The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-03-07


domestic circle. Life for life. Blood
for blood substitution
4 Mothers Sacrifice.
or perhaps the mother fingers long
enough to gee "a son get on the wrong
road. and his former kindness becomes
rough reply when she expresses anxiety
about him. But she goes right on, look
ing carefully after his apparel. remem-
bering his every birthday with some
memento, and when he is brought home
worn out with dissipation nurses him till
he gets we'll and starts him again and
hopes and expects and prays and coun-
sells 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 some
thing. but out OF three or four minutes
of indistinct utterance they can catch
but three words-"My poor boy! The
simple fact is she died for him. Life for
life. Substitution
About thirty-three years ago there
went forth from our homes hundreds of
thousands OF men to do battle for their
country. All the poetry of war soon
vanished and left them nothing but the
terrible prose. They waded knee deep
i'm mud. They slept in snowbanks They
marched till their cut feet tracked the
earth. They were swindled out of their
fit for a dog. They had jaws all frac-
tured, and eyes eXtinguished. and limbs
shot away. Thousands of them cried
for water as they lay dying on the field
the night after the battle and got it not.
They were homesick and received no
message from their loved ones They
died in barns. I'm bushes, in bitches, the
buzzards of the summer heat the only
attendants on their obsequies.
No one but the infinite Cod who
L.
sandth part OF the length and breadth
and depth and height Of anguish of the
northern and southern battlefields. Why
did these fathers leave their children
and go TO the front, and why did these
young men, postponing the marriage day,
start our 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? Is It to
the doctors who fell i'm the southern
epidemics Why go? Were there not
enough sick to be attended in these
northern attitudes? Oh, yes, but the
doctor puts a few medical books in his
Valise and some Walls of medicine, and
leaves his patients here i'm 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
affrightened populations. He arrives in
a city over which a great horror is
brooding. He goes from couch 10 couch,
feeling the pulse and studying Of symp-
toms. and prescribing day after day,
night after night until a fellow physi-
clan says: Doctor, you had better go
home and rest. You look miserable"
But he cannot rest while so many are
suffering. On and on until some morn
ing finds him In delirium. in which he
talks of home and then rises and says
he must go and look after those patients.
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 hasti-
" put away in strangers tomb. and
only the fifth part of newspaper line
tells us Of his sacrifice-his name just
mentioned among five. Yet he has
touched the furthest height OF sublimity
i'm that three weeks Of humanitarian
sorviCe He goes straight on as an arrow
20 the bosom OF Him who said. 81 was
sick. and ye 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 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 fan
under the flying hoofs on this horse. lest
We go down unds~ the sword OF this con-
queror from Bozrah, What meant the
blood Of the pigeons i'm the old dispeusa-
ton. the blood of the bullock. the blood
OF the heifer the blood OF the lamb 1t
meant to prophesy the cleansing blood,
the pardoning blood the healing blood
Of this condueror who comes up from
Bozrah. travelling I'm the greatness OF
His strength
catch handful OF the red torrent
that rushes out from the heart of the
Lord. and I throw IL over this audience.
hoping that one drop OF it, cleansing
Jesus. i'm that crimson tide wash our
soulsl We accept thy sacrifice! Com
qucror Of Bozrnh. have mercy upon usl
We throw our garments In the way We
fall into line, Ride on. Jesus. ride on
Travelling. travelling II the greatness OF
Thy strength"
But after awhile the returning con-
qucror Will reach the gate. and all the
armies Of the saved will be- with Him
hope YOU Will be there and I Will be
there. As we go through the gate and
around about the throne for the review
~ great multitude that no man can
number" -all heaven can tell us without
asking right away which one II Jesus,
not only because OF the brightness OF His
face. but because. while the other In.
habltants IN glory are robed In white
saints IN white cherubim In white,
scraphim IA white-lilH robes shall be
scarlet, even the dyed garments OF Boz.
rah. I catch n glimpse or that triumph
ant JOY, but the gate opens and shuts NO
quickly can hear only half sentence.
and N h thia' Unto him who hath
washed ua In Ills blood"