Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-03-09

of his strength" On that day your sin
and mine persisted, if we will only be-
lieve il
There may be some one here who
may say, IL don't like the color of this
conqueror's garments. You tell me
that his garments were not only spat-
tered with the blood of conflict, but
also that they were soaked, that they
were saturated, that they were dyed in
it." l admit it. You say you do not
like that Then / quote TO you two
passages of scripture: without the
shedding of blood there is no re-
mission" I'm the blood is the atone
meut." But it was not your blood. 1t
was his own. Not only enough to
redden his garments and to reddeu his
horse, but enough TO wash away the
sins of the world. o the blood on his
brow, the blood on his hands, the
blood on his feet, the blood ON his side
1t seems as if an artery must have
been cut.
There Is a fountain filed with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
At o'clock tomorrow afternoon go
among the places of business or toll,
1t will be no difficult thing for you to
find men who, by their looks, show
you that they are overworled. They
are prematurely old. They are hasten
ing rapidly toward their decease. They
have gone through crises in business
that shattered their nervous system,
and pulled on the brain. They have a
shortness of breath, and pain in tho
back of the head and at night an in
somnia that alarms them. Why are
they drudging at business early and
late? For fun? No; it would be
difficult to extract any amusement
out of that exhaustion. Because
they are avaricious? In many
cases no. Because their own per-
sonal expenses are lavish? No; few
hundred dollars would meet all their
wants. The simple fact is, the man is
enduring all that fatigue and eXasper-
alton, and wear and tear, to keep his
home prosperous. There is an invisi-
BILE line reaching from that store. from
that bank, from that shop from that
scafrolding. to quiet scene a few
blocks, n few miles away, and there is
the secret of that business endurance.
He is simply the champion of home
stead, for which he wins bread, and
wardrobe, and education, and pros
perity, and in such battle ten thou
sand men fall OF ten business men
whom l bury, nine die of overwork for
others. Some sudden disease finds
them with no power of resistance and
they are gone. Life for life. Blood
for blood Substitution!
At o'clock tomorrow morning, the
hour when slumber is most uninter-
rupted and most profound, walk amid
the dwelling houses of the city. Here
and there you will find dim light,
because 1t is the househC, ID custom to
keep subdued light burning; but
most of the houses from base to top
are as dark as though uninhabited. a
merciful God has sent forth the arch
angel of sleep, and he puts his wings
over the city. But yonder is clear
light burning and outside on the win
dow easement glass or pitcher con-
tanning food for sick child the food
is set in the fresh air. This is the sixth
night that mother has sat up with
that sufferer, She has TO the last point
obeyed the physicians prescription,
not giving drop too much or too lit
tie or moment too soon or too late.
She is very anxious, for she has
bCE,ed three children with the same
disease, and she prays and weeps,
each prayer and sob ending with kiss
of the pale cheek. BY dint of kindness
she gets the little one through the
ordeal. After it is all over, the moth
err is taken down. Brain or nervous
fever sets in, and one day she leaves
the convalcScent child with mothers
blessing, and goes up to join the three
in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
Substitution! The fact is that there
are an uncounted number OF mothers
who, after they have navigated large
family of children through all the dis
eases of infancy, and got them fairly
started up the Towering slope of boy
hood and girlhood, have only strength
enough left to die. They fade away.
Some call il consumption; some call it
nervous prostration, some call it inter
mittent or malarial disposition; but l
call it martyrdom of the domestic cir
Gle Life for life. Blood for blood.
Substitution!
Or perhaps the mother fingers long
enough To see n son get on the wrong
road, and his former kindness becomes
rough reply when she expresses
anxiety about him. But she goes
right on. looking carefully after his APP
parel, rememberin.,. his every birth
day with some memento and when he
is brought home worn out with dissi-
patton, nurses him till he gets well
and starts him again, and hopes, and
expects, and prays, and counsels
and suffers until her strength gives
out and she fails. She is going. and
attendants, bending over her pillow,
ask her if she has any message to
leave, and she makes great effort to
say something, but out of three or
four minutes of indistinct utterance
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