The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-23

and oceans. was Clearly in his appear
auce He disliked the disease Of leprosy,
not only because il was distressing, but
because II was not clean, and his cura-
tive words were. II will: be thou clean. -
He declared himself in favor of thorough
washing. and opposed 20 superficial
washing. when he denounced the hYpo-
critics for making clean only the outside
of the platter. and he applauds his dis
Ciples by saying, Now, are We clean, and
giving directions t. those who tasted,
among other things he says, Wash thy
face" and to a blind man whom he was
doct0ring. go wash in the pool of ST
loan" And he himself actually
washed the disciples feet,
suppose not only TO demonstrate
his own humility, but probably their feet
needed Ia be washed. The fact IS, the
Lord was a great friend of water. ] know
that from the fact that most of the world
is water. But when / find Christ in such
constant communication of water l know
he was personally ueat, although he min
gled much among very rough populations,
and took such long journeys on dusty
highways. He wore his hair long, accord
ing to the custom of his land and time,
but neither trouble nor old age had
thinned or injured his locks. which We're
never worn shaggy or unkempt. Yea all
his habits of personal appearance were
lovely.
Sobriety was also an esta blished habit
Of his life. In addition 10 the water, he
drank the juice Of the grape When at n
wedding party this beverage gave out. he
made gallons on gallons of grape juice,
but it was as unlike what the world
makes in our time as health is different
! from disease, and as calm pulses are diff
| ferent from the parOXySmS OF dellrlum
! tremens. There was no strychnine in
! that beverage, or lOgwood, or nux vOmica.
| The tipplers and the sOts who now quote
/ the wine-making in Cana or Galilee as an
! excuse for the fiery and damning bever-
| ages Of the nineteenth century, forget
that the wine at the New Testament wed
ding had two characteristics, the
one that the Lord made it. and
the other that it was made out
of water. Buy all you can of that kind and
drink it at least three times a day, and
| send a barrel OF it around to my cellar
You cannot make me believe that the
| blessed Christ who went up and down,
! healing the sick, would create for man
| that style of drink which is the cause of
7 disease mora than all other causes com
| bined; or that he who Gained the
maniacs into their right mind, would
create that style of drink which does
more than anything else to fill insane
asylums o" that he who was 50 helpful to
the poor, would make a style Of drink that
crowds the earth with pauperism; or that
ne who came to save the nations from sin.
would create liquor that is the source Of
most of the crime that now stuffs the pen
itentiaries. A lovely sobriety was written
all over his face, from the hair-line of the
forehead to the bottom of the bearded
chin.
Domesticity was also his habit Though
too poor to have home of his own, he
went out to spend the night at Bethany,
two or three miles walk from Jerusalem,
and over a rough and hilly road that made
it equal to six or seven ordinary miles
every morning and night going to and fro.
l would rather walk from here to Central
Park, or walk from Edinburgh to Ar
thurs Seat, or in London clear around
Hyde Park, than TO walk that road that
Christ walked twice day from Jerusalem
to Bethany. But he liked the quietude of
home life, and he was lovely in his domes-
ITCHY.
How he enjoyed handing over the resur-
rected boy to his mother. and the resur-
rected girl to her father, and reconstruct
ing homesteads which disease or death
was breaking up. As the song. Home,
Sweet Home, " was written by man who
at that time had no home, so l think the
| homelessness of Christ added to his APP
| probation of domesticity.
Furthermore, he was lovely in his
| sympathies. Now, dropsy is most dis
tressing complaint. 1t infames, and
swells, and tortures any limb or physical
organ it touches. As soon as a case of
| that kind is submitted to Christ, he,
without any use of diaphoretics, com
mands its cure And what an eye-doc-
! tor he was for opening the long-closed
| gates of sight to the blue of the sky, and
the yellow of the flower, and the emerald
of the grass! What a Christ he was for
| cooling feyers without so much as a
! spoonful of febrifuge; and Strengthening
| crooked backs without any pang of
surgery; and standing whole choirs of
music along the silent galleries of a deaf
ear and giving healthful nervous sys-
TEN to cataleptics! Sympathy! He did
! not give them stoical advice, or philoso-
| phize about the science of grief. He sat
down and cried with them.
Itisspoken of as the shortest verse in the
Bible, but to me it is about the longest
and grandest-"Jesus wept." All many
of us know the meaning of that. When
we were in great trouble, some one came
| in with voluble consolation and quoted
| the scripture in a sort of heartless way,
and did not help us at all But after
| awhile some one else came In, and with
| out saying a word sat down and burst
| into a flood of tears at the sight of our
| woe, and somehow it helped us right
away. Jesus wept." You see, it was a
| deeply-attached household, that of Mary,
| end Martha, and Lazarus. The father
and mother were dead, and the girls de-
| pended on their brother Lazarus had
| said to them, Nov Mary, now Martha.
stop your worrying ] will take care of
! you. l win be to you both father and
mother My arm is strong. Girls, you
can depend on me-"
But now Lazarus was sick; yea, Lag
atus was dead. All broken up, the sis
| ters sit disconsolate, and there is knock
at the door, Come in" says Martha.
| Come in says Mary. Christ entered,
and he Just broke down. 1t was too
much for him. He had been so often and
| so kindly entertained in that home before
sickness and death devastated it, that he
choked up and sobbed aloud, and the
tears trickled down the sad face of the
sympathetic Christ Jesus went. "
| Why do you not try that mode of help
ing You say, " am a man of few
words, or u am woman of few words. -
Why, you dear soul, words are not nee
essary. Initiate your Lord, and go to
those afflicted homes and cry with them.
John Murphy! Well, you did not know
him Once, when | was in great bereave-
ment, he came to my house Kind minis
ters of the gospel had come and talked
beautifully, aud prayed with US, and did
all they could to console. But John Muir
ply one Of the best friends ever had, a
big-souled, glorious Irishman, came in
and looked into my face, put out his