The Bossier banner., 1894-04-19
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"hIC" IL eAALS SOuqucTOT 1EOH bOZr1u
is going to beat back all your g.iefs,
why not trust Him? Oil do yoL not
feel under this Gospel your griefs fall
ing back, and your tears drying up, as
you hear the tramp of thousand illus
trious promises led on by the Conqueror
from Bozrah, travelling, travelling, in
the greatness of His strength"
On that Friday which the Episcopal
church rightly celebrates, calling it
''Good Friday" your soul and mine
were contended for. On that day
Jesus proved Himself mightier than
earth and hell; and when the lances
| struck Him, He gathered them up into
sheaf, as reaper gathers the grain,
and He stacked them. Mounting the
horse of the Apocalypse, He rode down
| through the ages, travelling in the
greatness of His strength" On that
day your sin and mine perished, If we
will only believe it.
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
| spattered with the blood of conflict,
but also that they were soaked, that
| they were saturated, that they were
| dyed in it. 1 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" 'In the blood is the atone
ment." But it was not your blood. 1t
was His own. Not only enough to red
den His garments and to redden His
horse, but enough to wash away the
sins of the world. Oh, the blood on
His brow. the blood on His hands, the
| blood on His feet, the blood on His sidel
1t seems as if an artery must have been
| cut.
There is a fountain filled with blood
| Drawn from Emmanuels veins
And sinners plunged beneath that food
Lose all their guilty stains.
| 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 ls titudes? Oh, yes; but the
| doctor puts few medical books in his
valise, and some vials 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 q city
over which 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 a fellow physician says:
Doctor, you had better go home and
rest; you look miserable" But he can
not rest while SO many are suffering.
On and on, until some morning 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 fer people
with whom he had no kinship, aud far
away from his own family, and is has
tily put away in 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 sublim-
ity in that three weeks of humanita-
rian service. He goes straight as an
arrow to the bosom of Him who said:
81 was sick and We visited Me-" Life
for life. Blood for blood. Substitu-
| ton!
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 blood in their redemp-
ton. They want to take His horse by
the bit and hurl him back on his
launches and tell this rider from Boz
rah to go around some otner way.
Look out, lest we fall under the flying
hoof of His horse; lest ye 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
heifer? of the lamb? 1t meant to
| prophesy the cleansing blood of this
Conqueror who came from Bozrah,
travelling in the greatness of His
strength" l catch handful of the
red torrent that rushes out from
the heart of the Lord, and now
| l 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 sacrifice! Con-
queror of Bozrah, have mercy upon us!
We throw our garments in the way!
| We fall into line! Ride on, Jesus, ride
on! Travelling, travelling in the great
ness of Thy strength"
But after awhile, the returning Con-
queror will reach the gate, and all the
armies of the saved will be with Him.
l 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
without asking, right away, which
one is Jesus, not only because OF
the brightness of His face, but be-
cause, while the other inhabitants in
glory are robed in white-saints in
white, cherubim in white, seraphim in
white-His robes shall be scarlet, even
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