The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1892-07-16
WOUNDED AND DYING MEN.

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and handed the bread around until
they all had some, but not much.
But, blessed be God, there is no need
Of economy in this Gospel. Bread for
all; bread enough and to spare. Why
perish with hunger?
Again I advise you, as mi of the
best things you can do with Christ, to
take him into your love. Now there
are two things which make uslove any
one-inherent attractiveness, and
then what he does in the way of kind
ness toward us. Now Christ is in both
these positions. Inherent attractive
ness: Fairer than the children of men,
the lustre of the morning in his eye,
the glow Of the settingsun in his cheek,
myrrh and frankincense in the breath
of his lip. In O. heaven of holy beings,
the best. In q heaven of mighty ones,
the strongest. In a heaven OF great
hearts, the tenderest and the most
sympathetic. Why, sculpture has
never yet been able to chisel his form,
nor painting to present the flush Of
his cheek, no music to strike his
charms; and the greatest surprise of
eternity will be tho first moment when
we rush into his presence and with
uplifted hands and streaming eyes and
heart bounding with rapture, we cry
out, "This is Jesus!"
If l were hopelessly in debt, and
some one came and paid my debts
and gave me O. receipt in full, and
called off the pack OF bounding credit
ors; if l we're on q founderingship and
you came in a life-boat and took me
off, could I ever forget your kindness?
Would l ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you a service
or attesting my gratitude and love?
Oh, how ought we to feel toward
Christ, who plunged into the depth
of our sin and
PLUCKED US OUT.
Ought it not so set the very best emo
tons of our hearts into the warmest,
ay, a red hot glow? The story is so
old that the people almost get asleep
while they are hearing it. And yet
there he hangs-Jesus the man, Jesus
the God. Was there anything before or
since, anythingto be compared to this
spectacle of generosity and woe? Did
heart-strin2s eve snap with a worse
torture? Were tears ever charged
with a heavier grief? Did blood ever
gush, in each globule the price of q
soul? The wave of earthly malice
dashed its bloody foam against one
foot, while the storm of Gods wrath
against sin beat on his thorn-pierced
brow, and oil the hosts of darkness
with cleaning lances rampaged
through his holy soul.
Oh, look at Him. thy butchered
Lord, unshrouded and CHASTITY as
they flung him from the tree, his
wounds gaping for q bandage. Are
there no hands to close those eyes?
Then let tho sun 60 out and there be
midnight. Howl, We winds, and howl,
We seas, for your Lord is dead. Oh
what could He have done for
you and for me than He has done?
Could he pay a bigger price? Could
He drink q o bitter cup? Could
He plunge into
AwoRsE CATASTROPHE?
And can you not love Him? Groan
again, o blessed Jesus, that they may
feel thy sacrifice! Groan again. Put
the four fingers and the thumb OF thy
wounded hand upon them, that the
cash in thy palm may strike theil
soul, and thy warm life may bleed in
to them. Groan again, o. Jesus, ant
see if they will not feel.
Oh, what will you do with such {
Christ as that? You have got to Dc
something with him this morning
What will you do with Jesus? Will
you slay him again by your sin? Viii
you spit upon him again? Will 20,
cruelty him again? What will you de
with him who has loved you more
than q brothers love, more than {
fathers love, yea, more than a moth
er's love, through all these years
Oh, is it not enough to make the hare
heart Of the rock break? Jesus! Je
sus! What shall we do with thee?
l have to say that the question viii
after q while change, and it will not
be what shall we do with
Christ. but what snail Christ do with
us? Ring all the bells of eternity at
the burning of a world. In that day
what do you think Christ will do with
us? Why, Christ will say. "There is
that man whom l called. There is
that woman whose soul l Emporium
ed. But they would not any OF my
ways. l gave them
1NNUMERABLE OPPORTUNITIES OF SAL
WALTON.
They rejected them all. Depart; ]
never knew you." Blessed be God
that day has not come. Halt, ye des'
TIMES OF eternity, and give us one
more chance. One more chance. and
this is it.
Some travellers in the wilderness o.
Australia q few years ago found the
skeleton of mar and some of his
garments, and rusty kettle on which
the man had written or scratched with
his finger nail these words,e 20, God
I am dying OF thirst. My brain is or
fire. My tongue is hot. God help me
in the wilderness. Oh, how suggestive
of the condition of those who die ir
the wilderness Of sin through thirst
We takch hold Of them to-day. WetrJ
to bring the cool water of the rock tx
their lips. We say, "Ho, every on
that thirstetl!" God, thy Father
awaits thee. Ministering spirits, wht
watrh the ways OF The soul bend nov
this moment over this immortal au
htory, TO $ e what we will do will