The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-07-13

would carry 1t with me if | really did
go overheard" How well the boy was
protected l care not how great the
heighth or how vast the depth, with
Christ within us and Christ beneath us
and Christ above us and Christ all
around, nothing can befall us in the
way of harm. Christ himself having
been in the tempest will deliver all
those who put their trust in Him
Blessed be his glorious name forever.
The third installment paid for our re-
demption was the Saviour's sham trla..
l call it sham trial-there never has
been anything SO indecent or unfair il,
any criminal court as was witnessed at
the trial of Christ. Why, they hustled
Him into the courtroom at o'clock in
the morning. They gave Him no time
for counsel. They gave Him no orpor-
tunity for subp9ning witnesses. The
ruffians were wandering around through
the midnight, of course, saw the arrest,
and went into the courtroom. But
Jesus friends were sober men, respect
aoAS hiNhs anu az " NioSh III
the morning, of course, they were at
home asleep. Consequently Christ en-
tered the courtroom with the rufjians.
Oh, look at Him. No one to speak a
word for Him. / lift the lantern until
L can look at His face, and as my heart
beats in sympathy for this, the best
friend the world ever had, himself now
utterly friendless, an officer of the
court room comes up and smites Him
in the mouth and ! see blood stealing
from gum and lip. Oh, it was farce
OF trial, lasting only perhaps an hour,
and then the judge rises for sentence.
Stop! 1t is against the law to give SEN
tence unless there has been an adjourn
ment OF the court between condemna-
ton and sentence, but what cares the
judge for the law? "The man has no
friends-let Him die" says the Judge,
and the ruffians outside the rail Cry:
AHA! aha! that's what we want, Pass
Him out here to us. Away with Him,
Away with Him." Oh! bless God that
amid all the injustice that may have
been inflicted upon us in this world We
have Divine Sympathizer The world
can not lie about you nor abuse you as
much as did Christ and Jesus stands to-
day in every court room, IN every house,
in every store, and says: Courage! BY
all my hours of maltrcatment and
abuse, l will protect those who are
trampled upon" And when Christ for
gets that two-o'clock morning scene,
and the stroke of the ruffian on the
mouth, and the bowling of the un-
washed crowd, then He will forget you
and me in the injustices of life that
may be inflicted upon us.
Further remark: The last great in
stallment paid for our redemption was
the demise of Christ. The world has
seen many dark days. Many summers
ago there was very dark day when
the sun was eclipsed. The fowl at noon
day went to their perch, and we felt a
gloom as we looked at tho astronomical
wonder. 1t was dark Day in London
when the plague was at lis height and
the dead with uncovered faces were
taken in open carts and dumped in the
trenches. 1t was dark Cay when the
earth opened and Lisbon aanl but the
darkest day since the creation of the
world was when the carnage of Calvary
was enacted.
1t was about noon when the curtain
began to be drawn. 1t was not the
coming of night that soothes and re-
freshes; it was the swinging of great
gloom all around the Heavens. God
hung it. As when there is a dead one
in the house you bow the shutters OF
turn the lattice, so God in the afternoon
shut the wisdows of the world. AS it is
appropriate to throw black pail upon
the coffin as it passes alcng, so it was
appropriate that every thing should be
sombre that day as the great hearse OF
the earth rolled by, bearing the corpse OF
the King. A mans last hours are ordina-
rily kept sacred. However you may have
hated or carricatured nun when you
hear he is dying, silence puts its hands on
your lips, and you would hare loathing
for the man who could stand by a
deathbed making faces end soothing.
But Christ in His last hour can not be
left alone. What, pursuing Him yet
after so long pursuit? You have been
drinking His tears Do You want to
drink His blood? They come up closely,
so that Notwithstanding the darkness
they can glut their revenge with the
contortions of His countenance. They
examine His feet. They want to
feel for themselves where those
feet are really spiked. They put out
their hands and touch tho spikes, and
bring them back wet with blood and
wipe them on their garments.
Women stand there and weep but can
do no good. 1t is no place for the
tender-hearted women. 1t wants a
heart that crime has turGed into gran
lite. The waves of mans hatred and of
hell's vengeance dash up against the
mangled feet, and the hands of sin and
pain and torture clutch for His holy
heart. had He not been thoroughly
fastened to the cross theT would have
torn Him down and tramp ed Him with
both feet. How the cavalry horsee
arched their nccks and rNamped their
bits, and reared and sr, fled at the
blood! Had Roman officer called out
for light, his voice would rot have
been heard IN the tumult; b., louder
than the clash of spear and the wailing
of womanhood, and the neighing OF
the chargers, and the believing of the
crucifyers, there comes voice crashing
through-loud, clear overwhelming.
terrific. 1t is the groaning of the dying
Son of God! Look! what scent. Look,
world, at what you have done.