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

thing, knows the ten thousandth part
of the length, and breadth, and depth,
and height Of anguish of the northern
and southern battletields. Why did
these fathers leave their children and
go TO the front, and why did these
young men, postponing the marriage
day, start out into the probabilities of
never coming back? For the country
they died. Life for life. Blood for
blood. Substitution!
But we need not go so far. What IS
that monument in Greenwood? 1t is
to the doctors who fell in the southern
epidemics. Why go? Were there not
enough sick to be attended in these
northern ATTITUDES? Oh yes; but the
doctor puts few medical books in his
valise, and some walls of medicine,
and leaves his patients here in the
hands Of other physicians, and takes
the rail train. Before he gets to the
infected regions he passes crowded
rail trains, regular and extra, taking
the flying and affrighted populations.
He arrives in city over which a great
horror is brooding. He goes from
couch to couch, feeling of pulse and
studying symptoms, and prescribing
day after day, night after night,
until fellow physician says:
Doctor, you had better go home
and rest; you look miserable" But he
can not rest while SO many are suffer
ing. On and on, until some morning
finds him in a delirium, in which he
talks of home, and then rises and says
he must 60 and look after those pa
TENTS He is told to lie down; but he
fights his attendants until he falls
back, and is weaker and weaker, and
dies for people with whom~ he had no
kinship, and far away from his own
family and is hastily put away in "a
strangers tomb, and only the fifth
part Of a newspaper line tells us Of his
sacrifce-his name just mentioned
among five. Yet he has touched the
furthest height of sublimity in that
three weeks of humanitarian service.
He goes straight as an arrow to the
bosom of him who said: II was sick
and We visited me" Life for life.
Blood for blood. substitution
Some of our modern theologians who
want TO give God lessons about the
best way to save the world, tell us
they do not want any bloSd in their
redemption They want to take this
horse by the bit, and hurl him back on
his launches, and tell this rider from
Bozrah to go around some other way
Look out, lest We fall under the flying
hoofS of this horse; lest We go down
under the sword of this conqueror
from Bozrah! What meant the blood
of the pigeons in the old dispensation?
the blood of the bullock? the blood
of the hefer? the rlood of the
lamb? 1t meant to prophesy
the cleansing blood, the pardoning
blood, the healing blood of this con-
queror who comes up from Bozrah,
travelling in the greatness of his
strength" l catch a handful of the
red torrent that rusheS out from the
heart of the Lord, and | throw it over
this audience, hoping that one drop of
its cleansing power may come upon
your soul. o Jesus! in that crimson
tide wash our souls! We accept thy
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mercy upon us! We throw our gar
ments in the way! We fall into line!
Ride on, Jesus, ride on! Travelling,
travelling in the greatness of thy
strength"
But after awhile the returning con-
queror will reach the gate, and all thIe
armies Of the saved will be with him.
| hope you will be there, and l will be
there. AS we go through the gate and
around about the throne for the re-
view, "a great multitude that no man
can number"-all heaven can tell with
out asking, right away, which one is
Jesus, not only because of the bright
ness OF his face, but because, while all
the other inhabitants in glory are
robed IN white-saints in white,
cherubim in white, seraphim in white
his robes shall be scarlet, even the
dyed garments of Bozrah. / catch a
glimpse of that triumphant Joy. but
the gate opens and shuts SO quickly, l
can hear only half sentence, and it
is this, Unto him who hath washed
us In his bloOdp