The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-10-26

do you? Please, Lord, don't take him
away. Why, there are neighbors who
have three or four sons; this is my
only son; this is my Isaac. Lord, you
won't take him away from me, will
you" But saw he was getting worse
and worse all the time; and / turned
round and prayed, until after awhile
felt submissive, and 4 could say:
Thy will, Oh Lord, be doner The
doctors gave him up, and we all
gave him up. And. rs was the
custom in those times, we had
made the grave-clothes, and we
were whispering about the last exer-
cises when l looked. and saw some
Precipitation on his brow, showing that
the fever had broken, and he spoke to
us SO naturally that knew he was GO
ing to get well. He did getwell, and
my boy Isaac, whom l thought was
goi ng to be slain and consumed of dis.
disease, was loosened from the
altar. And, bless your souls, that's
been so for seventy years; and
IL my voice were not so weak,
and if could see better, could preach
to You younger people n sermon; for
l.
this; whenever you get into tough
place, and your heart is breaking, il
you will look little farther into the
woods, you will see, caught in the
branches, substitute and a deliver
ance. My son. God will provide Him
self lamb"
Thank you. mother, for that short
sermon. ! could preach back to you
a minute or two and say, never do you
fear. wish had half as good hope
of Heaven as you have. Do not fear,
mother; whatever happens, no harm
will ever happen to you. / was going
up long fight of stairs; and saw
an aged woman, very decrepit and with
a cane, creeping on up. She made but
very little progress, and felt very
exuberant; and said to her: "Why,
mother, that is no way to go up
stairs" and threw my arms around
her and carried her up and put her
down on the landing at the top Of
the stairs. She said: THANK
you, thank you; am very
thankful" o, mother, when you get
through this life's work and you
want to go upstairs and rest in the
good place that God has provided for
you, you will not have to climb up
you will not have to crawl up pain
fully. The two arms that were
stretched on the cross will be flung
around you, and you will be hoisted
with glorious lift beyond all weari-
ness and all struggle. May the God
of Abraham and Isaac be with you
until you see the lamb on the hill
tops.
Now. that aged minister has made a
suggestion, and this aged woman has
made a suggestion; | will make sug-
gestion: Isaac going up the hill makes
me think of the great sacrifice. Isaac,
the only son of Abraham Jesus, the
only Son of God. On those two
''onlys" l build fearful emphasis.
o Isaacl o jesus But this last
sacrifice was a more tremendous
one. When the knife was lifted
over Calvary, there was no voice
that cried Stop and no hand
arrested it. Sharp, keen and tre-
mendous, it cut down through nerve
and artery until the blood sprayed the
faces of the eXecutioners, and the mid
day sun dropped veil of clouu over
it's face because it could not endure
the spectacle. 0 Isaac, of Mount Mo-
riah! . Jesus, of Mount Calvary!
Better could God have thrown away
into annihilatlon II thousand worlds
than TO have sacrificed His only
Son. 1t was not one of ten sons
it was His only Son. If lie had
niu i'm n /
have persisted. God so loved the
world that lie gave His only" /
stop there, not because / have forgot
ten the quotation, but because / want
to think. God so loved the world
that He gave His only bcgotten Son,
that whatsoever believcth in Him
should not perish, but have everlast-
ing life" Great God! break my heart
Mt the thought of that sacrifice. Isaac
the only, typical of Jesus the Only
You see Isaac going up the hill and
carrying the wood. o Abraham, why
not take the load off the boy? If he
is going TO die so soon, why not make
his last hours easy? Abraham knew
that in carrying that wood up Mount
Moriah, Isaac was TO be symbol of
Christ carrying his own cross
up Calvary. l do not know how
heavy that cross was-whether it
was made of oak, or acacia, or
Lebanon cedar. / suppose it
may have weighed one, or two, or
three hundred pounds. That was the
lightest part of the burden. All the
sins and sorrows of the world were
wound around that cross. The heft of
one, the heft of two worlds; earth and
hell were on His shoulders. o
Isaac, carrying the wood of sac
rifce up Mount Moriah. o Jesus,
carrying the wood of sacrifice
up Mount Calvary, the agonies
of earth and hell wrapped around that
cross. shall never see the heavy load
on Isaacs back that shall not think
of the crushing load on Christ's back.
For whom that load? For you. For
you. For me. For me. Would that
all the tears that we have ever wept
over our sorrows had been saved until
this morning, and that we might now
pour them out on the lacerated back
and feet and heart of the Son of God.
You say: IF this young man was