The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-10-07

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and behold His words all abloon
in the valley between Mount Olivet an,
Jerusalem. There are some men VIII,
come and walk around the temple O
truth and merely see the outside. Their
are others who walk into the porch ant
then go away. There are others wht
come in and look at the pictures, bu
they knew nothing about the chic
attractions of the Bible. 1t is only tn,
man who comes and knocks at the gate
saying, 81 would see Jesus" For hin
the glories OF that book open and he
goes in and finds Christ and with hin
peace, pardon, life, comfort and Heaven
''All in all is Jesus in the Bible.
1 remark again that Christ is every
thing in the great plan of redemption.
We are slaves; Christ gives deliverance
to the captive. We are thirsty; Christ
is the river of salvation to Stake our
thirst We are hungry; Christ says: 50
am the bread of life" We are con-
demned to die; Christ says: Save that
man from going down to the pit; am
the ransom" We are tossed on sea
of troubles; Jesus comes over it, saying:
ut is ], be not afraid" We are in dark
ness; Jesus says: 81 am the bright and
morning star" We are sick, Jesus is
the balm of Gilead. We are dead;
| hear the shrouds rend and the
grave hillocks heave as he cries:
Il am the resurrection and the
life; he that believeth in Me,
though he were dead, yet shall he live
We want justification; Being justified
by faith, we have peace with God
through our Lord Jesus Christ" We
want TO exercise faith; Believe in the
Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be
saved" want to get from under con-
domination; There is now, therefore,
no condemnation to them who are in
Christ Jesus" The croSs-IIe carried it
The flames of hell-He suffered them.
The shame-EIe endured it. The crown
He won it. Heights of Heaven sing it,
and worlds of light to worlds of light
all round the Heaven cry: GLORY,
glory!"
Let us so forth and gather the
trophies for Jesus From Golconda
mines we gather the diamonds, from
Ceylon banks we gather the pearls,
from all lands and Kingdoms we gather
precious stones, and we bring the gilt
tering burdens and put them down at
the feet of Jesus and say: "All these
are thine. Thou art worthy" We go
forth again for more trophies and into
one sheaf we gather all the scepters of
tn. earth, of all royalties and domin-
ions and then we bring the sheaf of
sccptcrs and put it down at the feet of
Jesus and say: Thou art King
of kings and these thou hast
conquered" And then we go
forth again to gather more trophies and
we bid the redeemed of all ages, the
mighty to come. We ask them to come
and offer their thanksgivings and the
hosts of Heaven bring crown and palm
and scepter, and here by these bleeding
feet and by this riven side and by this
wounded heart cry: Blessing and
honor and glory and power be unto
Him that sitteth upon the throne and
unto the Lamb forever and forever"
Tell me of tear that He did not weep
of a burden that He did not carry, Of
n battle that He did not fight, of vic
tory that He did not achieve. ''All in
all is Jesus" in the great plan of re-
demption.
l remark again. Christ is everything
to the Chistian in trouble. We must all
stoop down and drink out of the bitter
lake. The moss has no time to grow on
the buckets that come up out of the
hearts well, dripping with tears. Great
trials are upon our track as certain as
greyhound pack on the scent of deer.
From our hearts in every direction there
are a thousand chords reaching out
binding us to loved ones, and ever and
anon some of these tendriis snap. The
winds that cross this sea of life are not
all abaft The clouds that cross our
sky are not feathery and afar, straying
like fiocks of sheep on heavenly
pastures: but wrathful, and SOM
Der, and cleaning with terror,
they wrap the mountains in fire, and
come down baying with their thunders
through every gorge. The richest
fruits of blessing have a priclsly shell.
Life here is not lying at anchor; it is
weathering a gale. 1t is not sleeping
in a soldiers tent with our arms
stacked; it is a bayonet charge. We
stumble over gravestones and we drive
on with our wheel deep in the old ut
of graves. Trouble has wrinkled your
brow and it has frosted your head.
Falling in this battle of life, is there
no angel to bind our wounds? Hath
God made this world with so many
things to hurt and none to heal? For
this snake bite of sorrow is there no
herb growing by the brooks to
heal the poison Blessed be
God that in the gospel we find the
antidote. Christ has bottled an ocean
of tears. How many thorns He hath
plucked out of human agony! o! He
knows too well what it is to carry a
cross not to help us carry ours. He
knows too well what it is to climb the
mountain not to help us up the steep.
He knows too well what it is to be per-
secuted not to help those who are i'm
posed upon. He knows too well what
it is to be sick not to help those who
suffer. Ay, He knows too well what it
is to die, not to help US in our last ex-
tremity. Blessed Jesus, Thou knowest
it all Seeing Thy wounded side, and
Thy wounded hand, and Thy wounded
feet, and Thy wounded brow, we
are sure Thou knowest it all o, when
those into whose bosom we used to
breathe our sorrows are snatched from
us, blessed be God the heart of Jesus
still beats, and when all other lights
go out and the world gets dark, then
we see coming out from behind n cloud
50 bright and cheering, we
know it to be the Morning Star of the
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