The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-11-02

with the wood of the cross; not with
cherubim, but with the wings of the
Holy Ghost; and around it's great rim
all the race may come and wash in the
molten sea. l was reading the other
day of Alexander the Great, who,
when he was very thirsty and stand
ing at the head Of his army, had
brought to him a cup of water. He
looked off upon his host and said, Il
can not drink this, my men are all
thirsty;'rand he dashed it to the ground.
Blessed be God! there is enough water
for all the host-enough for captains
and host, "Whosoever will may come
and take of the water of life freely
a laver broad as the earth, high as the
heavens, and deep as hell.
Oh, my dear friends, 1 wish L could
coax you to accept this gospel. If you
could just take one look into this laver
of looking glasses spoken of in the text,
you would begin now spiritual ablu-
ton. The love of Christi dare not,
toward the close of my sermon, begin
to tell about it. The love of Christ!
Do not talk to me about a mountain; it
is higher than that. Do not talk to me
about a sea; it is deeper than that.
An artist in his dreams saw such a
splendid dream of the TRANSPORTATION
of Christ that he awoke and seized his
pencil, and said, "Let me paint this
and die" Oh, 1 have seen the glories
of Christ! l have beheld something of
the beauty of that great sacrifice on
Calvary, and L have sometimes felt 1
would be willing to give anything if 1
might just sketch before you the won
ders of hat sacrifice. 1 would like to
do it while live, and l would like to do
it when l die. "Let me paint this and
die!" He m along weary and
worn, his face wet with tears,
his brow crimson with blood,
and he lies down on Calvary for
you. No. 1 mistake. Nothing was as
comfortable as that. A stone on Cal
vary would have made a soft pillow for
the dying head of Christ. Nothing SO
comfortable as that. He does not lie
down to die; he stands up to die; his
spiked hands outspread as if to en-
brace a world. Oh, what q hard end
for those feet that had travelled all
over Judea on ministries of mcrcvi
What a hard end for those hands that
had wiped away tears and bound up
broken hearts! Very hard, oh dying
Lamb of God! and yet there are those
who know it and who do not 1--we thee.
They say, What is all that to me?
What if he does weep, and groan. and
die? Idon't want him." Lord Jesus
Christ, they will not help thee
down from the cross! The soldiers
will come and tear thee down from
the cross, and put their arms around
thee and lower thee into the tomb; but
they will not help. They see nothing
to them. Oh dying Christ! turn
on them thine eyes of affection now,
and see if they will not change their
minds!
And that is all for you! Oh, a You
not love him? Come around this laver,
old and young. 1t is so FURNISHED you
can see your sins; and SO deep you a
wash them all away. Oh, mourner,
here battle your bruised soul; and sick
one, here cool your hot temples in this
laver. Peace! Do not cry any more,
dear soul! Pardon for all thy sins,
comfort for all thy Affections. The
black cloud that hung laundering over
Sinai has foated above Calvary, and
burst into the shower of a Savior's
tears.