Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1894-11-03


how man can stand stolidly and pre-
sent ii, for il is such an exhilarant gos-
pei. IL is not a mere whim or caprice.
1t is life or death. II is heaven or hell
You come before your child, and you
have present i'll your hand. You put
your hands behind your back and say:
Which hand will you take? In one
hand there is treasure; in the other
there is not. The child blindly chooses.
But God our Father does not do that
way with us. He spreads out both hands
and says: Now this shall be very plain.
I'm that hand are pardon and peace and
life and the treasures of heaven. In
that hand are punishment and sorrow
and woe. Choose, choose for yourselves
HE that bclievcth and is baptized shall
be saved, but he that believeth not shall
be- damned -
The Cnscarchable Riches.
Oh, my dear friends, I wish could
coax you to accept this gospel! If you
could Just take one look in this laver Of
looking glasses spoken of in the text,
you would begin now spiritual ablu-
tion. The love of Christi dare not.
toward the close of my sermon, begin to
tell about IL The love of Christi Do
not talk to me about mountain; it Is
higher than that. Do not talk to me
about sea; it is deeper than that.
An artist in his dreams saw such
splendid dream of the TRANSPORTATION of
Christ that he awokc and seized his
pencil and said. Let me paint this and
die" Oh. have seen the glories of
Christi i have beheld something Of the
beauty of that great sacrifice ON Calva-
~, and / have sometimes felt / would
be willing to give anything il I might
just sketch before you the wonders Of
that sacrifice. i would like to do it
while live, and l would like to do it
when / die. Let me paint this and
die" He comes along. weary and worn.
his face wet with tears, his brow Grim
son with blood, and he lies down ON
Calvary for you. No, l mistake. Moth
ing was as comfortable rs that. A stone
on Calvary would have made a soft pill
low for the dying head of Christ. Moth
ing SO comfortable as that He does not
lie down 10 die; he stands up to die,
his spiked hands outspread rs if to en-
brace n world Oh. what a hard end for
those feet that had Travelled all over Ju-
daa on ministries of mercy! What
hard end for those hands that had wiped
away tears and bound up broken hearts.
Very hard, o dying Lamb Of God, and
yet there are those who know it and
who do not love thee. They say: "What
is all that to me? Wha. if he does weep
and groan and die? don't want him. F"
Lord Jesus Christ, they will not help
thee down from the crossl The soldiers
will come, and they will 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 move them. Oh, dying Christ,
turn on them thine eyes of affection
now and see If they will not change
their minds!
saw one hanging on a tree
In agony and blood
Who fixed his languid eyes ON me
As near his cross i stood.
Oh. never till my latest breath
Will forget that look!
He seemed TO charge me with his death,
Though not n word he spoke.
And that is all for you! Oh. can you
not love him? Come around this laver,
old and young. 1t is so FURNISHED you
can see your sins and so deep you can
wash them all away. o mourner, here
bathe 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 floated
above Calvary and burst into the show
er of Saviour's tears.
saw in Kensington Garden picture
of Waterloo a good while after the bat
tie had passed and the grass had grown
all over the field. There was q dis
mounted cannon, and n lamb had come
up from the pasture and lay sleeping in
the mouth of that cannon. So the artist
had represented it-a most suggestive
thing. Then ! thought how the war be-
tween God and the soul had ended, and
instead of the announcement, Tho
wages of sin is death, there came tho
words. my peace l give unto thee"
and amid the batteries Of the law that
had once quaked with the fiery hail Of
death i beheld the Lamb of God. which
taketh away the sin of the world.
went to Jesus rs / was,
Weary and worn and sad.
found in him resting place,
And he has made me glad.