Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1896-03-12
ALL HAVE SINNED.
Jesus Christ Offers Us q Fun
Pardon.
He Will Bear All Our Burdens and save
Us From the Penalty Of Our
Transgressions II We
Ask Him.


forting sermon to an immense audi.
ence in Washington on Sunday morn.
ing from the text; "All we, like sheep,
have gone astray; we have turned
every one to his own way, and the
Lord hath laid on Him the iniquitv
of us all. "-Isaiah is: 8.
Once more | ring the old gospel bell.
The first half OF my next text is an in
dictment. All we, like sheep, have
rome astray. Some one says: Cant
you drop that first word? that is too
general; that sweeps too great cir.
sle." Some man rises in the audience
and he looks over ON the opposite side
Of the house, and says: There is a
blasphemer, and l understand how HI.
has gone astray. And there in another
Mart OF the house is defaulter, and ha
has gone astray. And there is an i'm.
pure person, and he has gone astray."
Sit down, my brother, and look at
home My text takes us all in. 1t starts
behind the pulpit, sweeps the circuit of
the room and comes back to the point
where it started, when it says; All we,
like sheep, have gone astray. can very
easily understand why Martin Luther
threw up his hands after he had found
the Bible and cried out; "Oh! my sins,
my sins" and why the publican, accord
ing to the custom to this Gay in the
east when they have any great grief,
began to beat himself and cry, as he
smote upon his breast, 'God be merci-
full to me, "a sinner" / was, like many
of you, brought up in the country, and
know some of the habits of sheep. and
how they get astray, and what my text
means when it says: ''All we, like
sheep, have gone astray." Sheep get
astray in two ways-either by trying to
get into other pastures, or from being
scared by the dogs. In the former way
some of us get astray. We thought the
religion of Jesus Christ put us on short
commons. We thought there was bet
ter pasturage somewhere else. We
thought if we could only lie down on
the banks of a distant stream, or under
great oaks on the other side of some
hill, we might be better fed. We wanted
other pasturage than that which God,
thros,h Jesus Christ, gave our soul
and we wandered on, and we wandered
on, and we found garbage. The far
Their we wandered, instead of finding
rich pasturage, we found blasted heath
and sharper rocks and more singing
nettles. No pasture. How was it in
the club house when you lost your
child? Did they come around and help
you very much? Did your worldly
associates console you very much? Did
not the plain Christian man who came
into your house and sat up with your
darling child give You more comfort
than all worldly associates? Did all
the conyivial songs you ever hea d
comfort you in that day o., bereave-
ment SO much as the song they sang to-
you-perhaps the very song that was
sung by your little child the last Sab
bath afternoon of her life.
There is happy land,
Far, far away.
Where saints immortal reign,
Bright, bright as day.
blet NOui DholliCSo aSSOStIIGS III bi-ttt
day OF darkness and trouble give you
any especial coincidence? Business eX-
asperated you, business wore you out,
business left you limp as {. rag, busi
ness made you mad. You got dollars,
but you got no peace. God have mercy
on the man who has nothing but bust
ness to comfort him! The world al
forded you no luxuriant pasturage. A
famous English actorstood on the stage
impersonating, and thunders of APP
plause came down from the galleries,
and many thoughtit was the proudest
moment of all his life; but there was
a man asleep just in front Of him, and
the fact that that man was Indifferent
and somnolent spoiled all the occasion
for him, and he cried: wake up, wake
up!' So one little annoyance in life
has been more pervading to your mind
than all the brilliant congratulations
and success. Poor pasturage for your |
soul you find in this world. The world
has cheated you, the world has belicd (
you, the world has misinterpreted you,
the world has prosecuted you. 1t never
comforted you. Oh! this world is a
good rack from which horse may
pick his food; it is good trough from
which the swine may crunch their mess;
but il gives but little food to soul
hlood-bought and immortal. What is a
soul? 1t is a hope high as the throne
of God. What is man? You say:
ut is only man." 1t is only a man
gone overheard in sin. 1t is only
man gone overheard in-business life.
What is man? The battle-ground Of
three worlds, with his hands taking
hold of destinies of light or darkness
man! No line can measure him. No
limit can bound him. The archangel
before the throne cannot outlive him.
The stars shall die, but he will watch
their extinguishment. The world will
burn, but he will gaze at the confagra-
zion. Endless ages will march on; he
Will vatch the procession. A man! The
masterpiece of God Almighty. Yet you
say: ut is only man" Can nature
like that be fed on husks of the wilder
ness?
substantial comfort will not grow