The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1896-04-25

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melancholy and sometimes they die
under the inconsistencies. But oh! h
inconsistencies of Christ. Poverty
homesick for celestial riches. Perse-
| cution homcsick for hosanna. Weari-
ness homesick for rest. Uomesick for
angelic and archangelic companion
ship. Homesick to get out of the night
and the storm and the worlds execra-
ton. Homesickness will make a week
seem as long as a month, and it seems
to me that the three decades of Christ's
residence on earth must have seemed
to Him almost interminable.
l take a step further and tell you
thai Chrift was in an exile which He
knew would end in assassination. Hol-
man Hunt, the master painter, has a
picture in which he represents Jesus
Christ in the NaZarene carpenter shop.
Around him are the saws, the ham,
mers, the axes the drills of carpentry.
The picture represents Christ, as ris-
ing from the carpenters working
bench and YEARLY stretching out His
arms, as one will after being in con-
tracted or uncomfortable posture, and
the light of that picture is so arranged
that the arms of Christ, YEARLY
stretched forth, together with His
body, throw on the wall the shadow Of
the cross. Oil my friends, that shad-
ow was on everything in Christ's life
time. Shadow of a cross on the Beth
lehem swaddling clothes. Shadow of a
cross on the road over which the three
fugitives fed into Egypt Shadow of
a cross on Lake Galilee as Christ walked
its mosaic floor of opal and emerald
and crystal. Shadow of a cross on the
road to Emmaus. Shadow of a cross
on the brook Kedron, and on the tenn
pie, and on the side of Olivet Shadow
of q cross on sunrise and sunset. Con-
stantine, marching with his army, saw
just once a cross in the sky, but Christ
saw the cross all the time.
On a rough journey we cheer our
selves with the fact that it will end in
warm hospitality; but Christ knew that
His rough path would end at a defoli-
aged tree without one leaf and with
only two branches, bearing fruit of
such bitterness as no human lips had
ever tasted. Obi what an exile-start-
ing in an infancy without a cradle, and
ending in assassination. Thirst with
out any water. Day without any sun
light. The doom of u desperate for
more than angelic excellence. For
what that repatriation and that exile?
Worldly good sometimes comes from
worldly evil. The accidental glance
of a sharp blade from a razor-grinder's
wheel put out the eye of Gambetta and
excited sympathies which gained him
an education and started him on a
career that made his name more ma
jestic among Frenchmen than any
other name in the last 20 years, Haw-
thorne, turned out of the Office of col-
lector, at Salem, went home in despair.
His wife touched him on the
shoulder and said, Nov is the
time to write your book" and his
famous Scarlet Letter. was the bril-
liant consequence. Worldly good
sometimes comes from worldly evil.
Then be not unbelieving when I tell
you that from the greatest crime of all
eternity and of the whole universe,
the murder of the Son of God, there
shall come results which shall eclipse
all the grandeurs of eternity past and
eternity to come. Christ, an exile
from Heaven, opening the way for the
deportation toward heaven and to
Heaven of all those who will accept
the proffer. ,Atonement, a ship large
enough to Jake all the passengers that
will come aboard it.
For this royal exile 1 bespeak the
| love and service of all the exiles here
present, and, in one sense or the other,
that includes all of u.s. The gates of
his continent have been so widely
opened that there are here many vol
untary exiles from other lands. Some
of you are Scotchmen. / see it in your
high cheekbones, and in the color that
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the land of your nativity.
Bonnie ScotlandI Dear old kirk
Some of your ancestors sleeping in
Greyfriars ~churchyard, or by the deep
lochs filled out of the pitchers of
heaven, or under the heather some
times SO deep of color that it makes
one think of the blood of the Covenant
ers, who signed their names for Christ,
dipping their pens into the veins. of
their own arms opened for hat pur-
pose. How every fiber of your nature
thrills as l mention the names of Rob-
ert Bruce and the Campbells and Coch-
rane. / bespeak for this royal exile of
my ext the love and service of all
Scotch exiles. Some of you are English
men. Your ancestry served the Lord.
Have l not read of the sufferings of the
hdyL anu lldVc L nOI Sccu II OA-
ford the very spot where Ridley and
Latimer mounted the red chariot2
Some of your ancestors heard George
Whitefeld thunder, or heard Charles
Wesley sing, or heard John Bunyan
tell his dream of the celestial city; and
the cathedrals under the shadow of
which some of you were born had in
their grandest organ roll the name of
tho MaScfoh haonauL fA- thn -Au0l
exile of my sermon the love and serV-
ice of all English exiles. Yes, some of
you came from the island of distress
over which Hunger, on a throne of hui
man skeletons, sat queen. All efforts
at amelioration halted by massacre.
Procession of famines, procession OF
martyrdoms marching from Northern
channel to Cape Clear, and from the
Irish sea across to the Atlantic. An
island not bounded as geographers tell
us, but as every philanthropist knows
bounded on the north and south and
the east and the west by woe
which no human politics can
alleviate, and only Almighty
God can assuage Land of Gold,
smiths rythm, and Sheridan's wit, and
o'Connelrs eloquence, and Edmund
Burke's craftsmanship, and O'Brien's
sacrifice. Another Patmos with its
apocalypse of blood. Yet you cannot
think of it to-day without having your
eyes blinded with emotion, for there
your ancestors sleep in graves, some of
which they entered for lack of bread.
For this royal exile of my sermon /
bespsak the love and the service of all
Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are
from Germany, the LAM of Luther,
and some of you are from Italy, the
land of G%aribaldi; and some of you are
from France, the LAND of John Calvin,
one of the three mighties of the glori-
Gus Reformation. Some of you are de-
cendant of the Puritans, and they
were %exiles; and some of you are de-
scendants of the H~uguenots, and they
were e~xiles; and some of you are de-
scendants from the Holland refugees,
and they were exiles.
Some of you were born on the banks
of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you
are now living in this latitude. Some
of you on the banks of the Kennebec,
or at the foot of the Green mountains,
and you are here now. Some of you