The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1897-01-08

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OF millions of miles in second, him
self rich in love, rich in alteration, ricT
in power. rich in worship. rich in hoii-
ness. rich in "all the fulness OF the
Godhead bodily"
But one day there was big disaster
| in department of Gods universe. A
race fallen! A world in ruins! Our
| planet the scene Of catastrophe! A
| globe swinging out into darkness, with
mountains, and seas, and islands, an
| awful centrifugal of sin seeming to
| overpower the beautiful centripetal of
Righteousness, and from it groan
reached heaven. Such a sound had
never been heard there. Plenty OF
sweet sounds, but never an outcry OF
distress Or an echo Of agony. At that
| one groan the Prince rose from all the
blissful circumjacence, and started for
the outer gate and descended into the
| night of this world. Out Of what a
bright harbor into what a rough sea.
"Stay with u.s." cried angel after angel.
and potentate after potentate. mo, !
said the Prince, 81 cannot stay; / must
be off for that wreck Of world. mus.
stop that groan. l must hush that dis
tress. l must fathom that abyss. mus;
| redeem those nations. Farewell
thrcrcS and tera-.ac. hosts cherubic
seraphlc, archangeilc! l will CONF
back again, clrrying on my shoulder a
ransomed world. Till this is done J.
choose earthly scoff to heavenly ac-
clamation, and cattle pen to a king S
| palace, frigid zone of earth to atmos-
phere of celestial radiance. l have no
time to lose, for hark ye to the groan
well! Farewell! 'Ye know the grace
of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though
he was rich, yet for your sakes he be-
| came poCr."
Was there ever a contrast so over
powering as that between the MONDAY
| of Christ's celestial departure and the
| midnight of his earthly arrival? Sure
| enough, the angels were out that night
in the sky, and an especial meteor act
ed as escort, but all that was from 9th
The earth made no demonstration of
| welcome. II one of the great princes
of this world steps out at a depot,
| cheers resound, and the bands play,
and the flags wave. But for the ar
rival of this missionary Prince of the
| blew, not a plume fluttered. All the
| music and the pomp were overhead
Our world opened for him nothing bet
| ter than a barn-door. The Rajah OF
| Cashmere sent to Queen Victoria a
bedstead of carved gold and a canopy
that cost seven hundred and fifty thou
sand dollars, but the world had for the
Prince of Heaven and Earth only lit
| ter of straw. The crown jewels in the
| Tower of London amount to fifteen mil
| lion dollars, cut this member of eter-
nal Royalty had nowhere to lay his
head. To know how poor he was, ask
the camel drivers, ask the shepherds,
| ask Mary, ask the three wise men of
| the East, who afterward came to Beth
| lehem. To know how poor he was ex-
| anime all the records of real estate in
all that Oriental country, and see what
one. Of what mortgage was he the
mortgagee? Of what tenement was he
the landlord? Of what lease was he
| the lessee? Who ever paid him rent
| Not owning the boat on which he
sailed, or the beast on which he rode:
vuhi ioh I, cln
had so little estate that in order to pay
| his tax he had to perform a miracle,
| putting the amount Of the assessment
in a fishs mouth and having it hauled
| ashore. And after his death the world
| rushed in TO take an inventory of his
goods, and the entire aggregate waa
| the garments he had worn, sleeping in
them by night and travelling in them
by day, bearing on them the dust of
the highway and the saturation of the
sea. St. Paul IN my text hit the mark
when he said Of the missionary Prince,
For your sakas he became poor
The world could have treated him
better if it had chosen. 1t had all the
means for making his earthly condition
comfortable. Only a few years before
when Pompey, the general, arrived in
Brindisi he was greeted with arches
and a costly column which celebrated
the twelve million people whom he had
killed or conquered, and he was al
lowed to wear his triumphal robe in the
senate. The world had applause for
imperial butch ers, but buffeting for
the Prince of ?ace. Plenty of golden
chalices for tie favored to drink out
| nj but our Prince must put his lips
TO the bucket Of the well by the road
side after he had begged for drink.
Poor? Born IN another mans barn,
and eating at another mans table, and
cruising the lake in another mans
fshing-smack, and buried in another
mans tomb. Four inspired authors
wrote his biography, and innumerab!e
lives of Christ have been published,
but he composed his autobiography IN
a most compressed way. He sad, L
have trodden the wine-press alone.
But the Crown Prince o.s heavenly
Lace