Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1896-04-20

ten2nCeS qUiyering. with rage and the
colonization diabolic Oh! it was the
hostile as well as the barren island OF a
world.
] go further, and tell you that this
exile was far from home 1t is ninety
five million miles from here to the sun,
and all astronomers agree in saying that
our solar system Is only one OF the
smaller wheels Of the great machinery
Of the universe turning around soma
one great centre, tn ecentre so far dis
tant it is beyond all imagination and
calculation, and if, as some think, that
great centre in the distance is heaven,
Christ came far from home when he
came here. Have YOU ever thought OF
the hOmesickness of Christ? Some of
you know what inconsistencies is when
YOU have only been q few weeks absent
from the domestic circle. Christ was
thirty years away from home. Some of
YOU feel hOmeSickness when YOU are a
hundred or a thousand miles away
from the domestic circle. Christ was
more million miles away from homo
than YOU could count if all your life
YOU did nothing but count. You know
what 1t is TO be homesick even amid
pleasant surroundings. but Christ slept
in huts. and he was athirst, and he was
a-hungered. and he was on the way
from being born
IN ANOTHER MANS BARN
to being buried in another mans grave.
| have read how the Swiss, when they
are far away from their native coun~
try, at the sound of their national air
get so homesick that they fall into
melancholy and sometimes they die I'M
der the hOmesicknesss. But OH the
sickhomesicknees Of Christ. Poverty
homesick for celestial riches. Persecu-
ton homesick for hosanna. WEAKNESS
homesick for rest Homesick far an
gelic and archangelic comranionship.
HomeSick to get out Of the night AMI
the storm and the worlds eXecration.
HomesicknesS will make a week seem
as long as a month, and it seems to me
that the three decades OF Christ's resi-
dence on earth must have seemed to
him almost interminable. You have Of
ten tried to measure the other pangs OF
Christ but you have never tried TO
measure the magnitude and ponderos-
ity Of Saviour's homesickness.
take step further and tell you Cnat
Christ was in an exile which he knew
would end in assassination. Holman
HUNT, the master painter, has a picture
in which he represents Jesus Chris. in
the Nazarere carpenter shop. Around
him are the saws. the hammers. the
axes, the drills Of carpentry. The pic
ture represents Christ, as rising from
the carpenters working bench and
YEARLY stretching out his arms as one
will after being in contracted or I'M
comforat&Gle posture, and the light of
that picture is so arranged that the
arms Of Chris-, YEARLY stretched forth.
together with his body, throw on the
wall
THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS.
Oh, my friends. that shadow was on
everything in Christ's lifetime. Shad-
ow OF a cross on the Bethlehem swad-
ding clothes. Shadow of a cross on
the road over which the three fugitives
fled into Egypt Shadow OF a cross on
Lake Galilee as Christ walked It's mosaic
floor of opal and emerald and crysti-.
Shadow of cross on the brook Kedron.
and on the temple, and on the side of
Olivet Shadow of a cross on sunrise
and sunset. Constantine marching
with his army saw just once a cross in
the sky, but Christ saw the cross all the
time
For this royal exile bespeak the love
a n Of o. fln L
emit, and, in one sense or the other. that
includes all of US. The gates Of this
continent have been so widely opened
that there are here many voluntary ex-
lies from other lands. Some of Won
are ScCtchmen. l see it in your high
cheek bones, and in the color that il
lumines your face when l mention the
land OF your nativity. Bonnie Scot
land, Dear old kirk, Some of YOUR
ancestors sleeping in Greyfriars church.
yard, or by the deep lochs filled out of
the pitchers of heaven, or under the
heather sometimes so deep of color it
makes one think of the blood OF the
Covenanters who signed their names for
Christ, dipping their pens into the veins
Of their own arms opened for that pur-
pose. How every fibre of your nature
thrills as | mention the names of Rob
ert Bruce, and the Campbells, and Coch-
rane. | 5eSpeak for this
ROYAL EMILE OF MY TENT
the love and the service of all Scotch
exileS. Some Of YOU are Englishmen.
Your ancestry served the Lord. Have
not read o. the sulferings OF the Hay
market? and have | not seen in Oxford
the very spot where Ridley and Lati-
mer mounted the red chariot? Some
OF YOUR ancestors heard George White
field thunder, or heard Charles Wesley
sing, or heard John Bunyan tell his
dream of the celestial city; and the ca
thsdrals under the shadow Of which
some Of you were born had in their
grandeSt organ roll the name of the
Messiah l bespeak for the royal exile
o. my sermon, the love and service of
all English exile. Yes, some of YOU
came from the island OF distress over
which Hunger. on a throne of human
skeletons, sat queen. All efforts at
ameioration halted by massacre. Pro-
cesSion of famines, procession of mar
tyrdoms marching from Northern
Channel TO Cape Clear and from the
IRISH Sea across to the Atlantic. An
island not bounded as geograDhers tell
us but as every philanthropist knows
bounded on the north and the south and
the east and the west by woe which no
human politics can alleviate. and only
Almighty God can assuage. Land of
Goldsmith's rhythm, and Sheridan's
W.T. and O'Connelrs eloquence. and
Edmund Burke's craftsmanship. and