The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1893-05-06

journal that gives an account OF such
exploits as Christ wrought? He used no
knife. He carried no splints. He en-
ployed no compress. He made no pa
tient squirm under cauterization. He
tied no artery. Yet behold him! With
a word he stuck fast Malchus'
amputated ear. He stirred a lit
tie dust and spittle into salve
and with it caused man who was born
blind and without optic nerve or cor
nea or crystalline lens to open his eyes
on the sunlight. He beat music on the
drum of the deaf ear. He Strengthened
a woman who, through contraction OF
muscle, had been bent almost double for
well nigh two decades. He made man
who had no use of his limbs for SS years
shoulder his mattress and walk off.
HE GIVES POWER TO THE ARM.
Sir Ashley Cooper, Abernethy, Valen-
tine Mott, stood powerless before with
cred arm, but this doctor of omnipotent
surgery, comes in and he sees the para
| lytic arm useless and lifeless at the
mans side, and Christ says to him,
'sStretch forth thine hand" and he
stretched it forth whole as the other
He was God.
Alimentary achievements! He found
ness with five loaves of bread for spec
ulation. Perhaps the lad had paid 5
pennies for the five loaves and expected
to sell them for 10 pennies, and SO he
would double his money. Christ took
those loaves of bread and performed a
miracle by which he fed 1000 furnishing
people, and I warrant you the lad lost
| nothing, for there were 10 baskets of
fragments taken up, and if the boy had
| five loaves at the start warrant you he
had at least 10 at the close.
The Saviour's mother goes into neigh
boris house to help get up wedding
party. By calculation she finds out that
the amount of wine is not sufficient for
the guests. She calls in Christ for help,
and Christ, not by the slow decay Of
fermentation, but by word, makes 100
gallons of pure wine.
Marine achievements! He turns a
whole school of fish into the net Of men
who were mourning over their poor luck,
until the boat is SO full they have to hal
| loo to other boats, and the other boats
come up, and they are laden to the wa
| ter's edge with the game, so that the
sailors have to be cautious in going from
larboard to starboard lest they upset the
ship.
| Then there comes a squall down
| through the mountain gorge, and Gen
nesaret, with long locks Of white foam;
rises up to battle it, and the boat drops
into trough and ships a sea, and the
loosened sails crack in the tornado, and
Christ rises from the back part of the
boat and comes walking across the stag
gering ship until he comes to the PROV,
and there he wipes the spray from his
brow and hushesthe crying storm on the
knee of his omnipotence. Who wrestled
down that euroclydon? Whose feet tram
pied the rough Galilee into smooth
floor?
LIFE OUT OF DEATH.
Let philosophers and ANTAGONISTS go to
Westminster abbey and try to wake up
Queen Elizabeth or Henry VIII. No
human power ever Weakened the dead
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does Christ do? Alas, that she should
have died so young and when the world
was so fair! Only 10 years of age. Feel
her cold brow and cold hands. Dead,
dead! The house is full of weeping.
Christ comes, and he takes hold of the
hand of the dead girl, and instantly her
eyes open, her heart starts. The white
lily Of death bushes into the rose of life
and health She rushes into the arms of
her rejoicing kindred. Who woke UP
that death? Who restored her to life? A
man? Tell that to the lunatics in Bloom.
ingdale asylum. 1t was Christ the God.
But there comes a test which more
than anything else will show whether he
was God or man. You remember that
great passage which says, eve must all
appear before the Judgment seat of
Christ" The earth will be stunned by
blow that will make it stagger in mid
heaven; the stars will circle like dry
leaves in an equinox; the earth willasur-
roll the bodies, and the sky will unrol
the spirits, and soul and flesh will come
into incorruptible conjunction. Day of
smoke and fire and darkness and tri-
umph. On one side, piled up in galleries
of light, the one hundred and forty and
four thousand-yea. the quintillions-of
the saved. On the other side, piled uI
in galleries of darkness, the frowning,
the glaring multitude of those who re.
jected God.
Between these two piled up galleries
a throne, high throne, throne stand
ing on two FURNISHED pillars Justice,
mercy-a throne so bright you had bet
ter hide your eye lest it be extinguished
with excess of vision. But it is an emp
ty throne. Who will come up and take
it? Will you?
"Ah, mol" you say, 81 am but child
of dust. I would not dare to climb that
throne" Would Gabriel climb itp He
dare not. Who will ascend it? Here
comes one. His back is to us. He goes
up step above step, height above height,
until he reaches the apex. Then he turns
around and faces all the nations, and we