Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-08-20

earthen bowl-everything put into that
bowl One day his hand trembled so
much he dropped it, and it broke, and
the son, seated at the elegant table in
midf1oor, 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 the corner.
One day, while the elegant young man
and his wife were seated at their table,
with chased silver and all the luxuries,
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,
I'm making a trough for my father
and mother to eat out of when they get
oldr'
But this young man of the text was
not of that character. He did not belong
to that school, 1 can tell it from the
way they mourned over him. He was to
be 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, '"The only son of his mother,
and she widow.
Now, my friends, it was upon this
scene that Christ broke. He came i'll
without any introduction. He stopped
the procession. He had only two utter
ances to make-the one 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, 1 say unto thee arisep' And he
that was dead sat up
learn two or three things from this
subject, and first that Christ was a
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 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 q
man.
He looked off upon the sea just as you
look off upon the waters. He went into
Martha's house just as you go into
cottage. He breathed hard when he was
tired, just as you do when you are ex-
hausted. He felt after sleeping out a
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 be 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 a 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 I must also draw from this sub
ject that he was God. Suppose that a
man should attempt to break up a 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 offiC Hrs could secure him. If
Christ had been a mere mortal, would
he have a right to come in upon such a
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
trtte. 1t had been mOurned over with
agoriizing tears, and yet now it begins
to move i'll .e 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 a God! I
of his eye; [ behold it in the swapping
of deaths shackles; see it in the face
of the rising slumberer; hear it in the
outcry of all those who were spectators
of the scene. If, when I sec my Lord
Jesus Christ mourning with the be-
reaved, pat my hands OH his shoulders
and say, My brother, now that hear
him proclaim supernatural deliverances,
I 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
God. That is impossible. He was either
God or a wretch, and will prove it.
IF q man DrOfeSSeS tO ba that which he
is not, what is he? He is liar, an i'm
postor, a hypocrite. That is your unan-
imous verdict. Now, Christ professed
to be God. He said over and OK
again he was God, took the attribu
of a God and assumed the works and
offices of God Dare YOU now say he