The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-08-24

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the son, seated at the elegant table In
midfioor, said to his wife. Now We'll
get father wooden bowl, and that he
can't break" So a wooden bowl was
obtained, and every day old grandfather
ate out of that, sitting in tho corner
One day, while the elegant young man
and his wife were seated at their table,
with chased silver and all the Injuries,
and their little son sat upon the floor,
they saw the lad whiting, and they
said, my son, what are you doing
there with that knife?" "Oh, "said he,
Tim making a trough for my father
and mother to eat out of when they get
oldw
But this young man of the text was
not of that character. He did not belong
to that school. can tell it from the
way they mourned over him. Hewas to
se the companion of his mother He
was to be his mothers protector He
would return now some of the kind
nesses he had received in the days Of
childhood and boyhood. Aye, he would
with his strong hand uphold that form
already enfeebled with age, Will he do
/ it? No. In one hour that promise of
help and companionship is gone There
is world of anguish in that one short
phrase, 1.-The only son of his mother,
and she widow"
Now, my friends, it was upon this
scene that Christ broke. He came in
without any introduction. He stopped
the procession. He had only two utter
ances to make-tho ono to the mourn
ing mother, the other to the dead. He
cried out to the mourning one, weep
not" and then, touching the bier on
which the son lay, he cried out, young
man, / say unto thee ariseP And he
that was dead sat up.
/ learn two or three things from this
subject, and first that Christ was o
man. You see how that sorrow played
upon all the chords of his heart think
we forget this too often. Christ was a
man more certainly than you are, for he
was a perfect man No sailor ever slept
in ships hammock more soundly than
Christ slept in that boat on Gennesaret.
In every nerve and muscle and bone
and fiber of his body, in every emotion
and affection of his heart, in every ac-
ton and decision of his mind he was a
man.
He looked off upon the sea just as you
look off upon the waters. He went into
Martha's house just as you so into a
cottage He breathed hard when he was
tired, just as you do when you are ex-
hausted He felt after sleeping out
night in the storm just like you do
when you have been exposed to tenn
pest. 1t was just as humiliating for him
to beg bread as it would BIO for you to
become pauper He felt just as much
insulted by being sold for 80 pieces of
silver as you would if you were sold for
the price of dog. From the crown of
the head to the sole of the foot he was
man. When the thorns were twisted
for his brow, they hurt him just as
much as they hurt your brow if they
were twisted for it. He took not on him
the nature of angels. He took on HIM
the seed of Abraham. "Ecce homop-
behold the man!
But must also draw from this sub
ject that he was God. Suppose that a
man should attempt to break up fu-
neral obsequy. He would be seized by
the law, he would be imprisoned, if he
were not actually slain by the mob be-
| fore the officers could secure him. If
Christ had been mere mortal, would
| he have right to come in upon such
procession? Would he have succeeded in
his interruption? He was more than
| man, for when he cried out, Il say unto
| thee, arise!" he that was dead sat up
| What excitement there must have been
| thereaboutl The body had lain pros
trate 1t had been mourned over with
agonizing tears, and yet now it begins
to move in the shroud and to be flushed
with life, and at the command of Christ
he rises up and looks into the faces of
| the astonished spectators.
Oh, this was the work of God! I
hear it in his voice; see it in the flash
of his eye; behold it in the swapping
Of deaths shackles; see it in the face
| of the rising slumberer; hear it in the
cutlery of all those who were spectators
of the scene If, when l see my Lord
Jesus Christ mourning with the be-
reaved, put my hands on his shoulders
and say, my brother, now that hear
him proclaim supernatural deliverances,
| look up into his face and say with
Thomas, My Lord and my God" Do
you not think he was God? A great
many people do not believe that, and
| they compromise the matter, or they
think they compromise it. They say he
was very good man, but he was not a
God That is impossible He was either
a God or wretch, and will prove it.
If man processes to be that which he
is not, what is he? He is liar, an i'm
postor,a hypoerite. That is your unan
imous verdict Now, Christ protested
to be God. He said over and over
again he was a God, took the attributes
tent, unhindered and unabashed That
hand that was nailed to the cross holds
that dropped on the bosom in fainting
and death shall make the world quake
at its nod. That voice that groaned in
the last pang shall swear before the
trembling world that time shall be no
longer. Oh, do not insult the common
sense of the race by telling us that this
person was only man in whose pres
ence the paralytic arm was thrust out
well, and the devils crouched, and the
lepers dropped their scales, and the
tempests folded their wings, and the
boys satchel OF few loaves made a
banquet for ., 1000, and the sad process
sion of my text broke up in congratula-
ton and hosannal
Again, learn from this subject that
Christ was sympathizer. Mark you,
this was city funeral. In the country,
when the bell tolls, they know all about
it for five miles around, and they know
what was the matter with the man,
how old he was and what were his last
experiences. They know with what
temporal prospects he has left his fam
lily. There is no haste. there is no indie
cency in the obsequies. There is moth
ing done as a mere matter of business.
Even the children come out as the pro.
cession passes and look sympathetic, and
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