The Progress. (Shreveport, La.) 1892-1900, 1894-03-10
thing, knows the ten thousandth part

thluS, Knows lne ten tnOusdhuGh Pal
of the length and breadth, and depth
and height Of anguish of the northern
and southern battlcfelds Why die
these fathers leave their children ant
, go to the front, and why did thcS'
young men, poStponing the marriage
day, start out into the proba bilties o
never coming back? For the country
they died. Life for life Blood fo
blood. Substitution.
But we need not 90 so far. What il
that monument in Greenwood" 1t /:
TO the doctors who fell in the southern
cpidemics. Why 90? We're there no
enough sick to be attended in theS,
northern ATTITUDES? Oh, yes; but the
doctor putSa few medical books in hi
vallSc, and some walls of medicine
and leaves his patients here in the
hands of other physicians. and take:
the rail train. Before he gets to the
infected regions he passes crowded
rail trains, regular and extra, taking
the flying and atfrighted populations
He arrives in Il city over which a great
horror is brooding, lie goes from
couch to couch, feeling of pulse anC
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 dclirium, in which he
talks of home and then rises and SAYS
he must 90 and look after those pa.
ticntS. 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 nc
kinship, and far away from his own
family, and is hastily put away in a
strangers tomb, and only the fifth
part Of 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; 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 any blood 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 ye fall under the flying
hoofs Of this horse: lest We 90 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? the blood 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,
''traveling in the greatness of his
strength" 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
It's cleansing power may come upon
your soul 0 Jesus! in that crimson
tide wash our souls We accept thy
sacrifice! Conqueror of Bozrah have
mercy upon us! We throw our gar.
ments in the way! We fall into line
Ride on, Jesus, ride on. ''Traveling,
travelling in the greatness 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.
| hope you will be there, and will be
there. AS we 90 through the gate and
around about the throne for the re.
view, "a great multitude that no man
can number 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, I
can hear only half sentence, and it
is this, "Unto him who hath washed
us IN his blood"