The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-04-11
SHEDDING OF BLOOD.
WITHOUT IT THERE is NO REMISSION,
ACCORDING TO SCRIPTURE.
The Rev. DR.. TaImsgc breaches an Flo
quent and Convincing Sermon From
Well Known Text-Pans For Pang, Blood
For Blood and Life For Life.

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quent and Convincing Sermon From q
Well Known Text-Pang For Pang, Blood
For Blood and Life For Life.
Copyright. 1885, by American Press Asso.
ciation.l
| WASHINGTON, April 1O-The radical
theory OF Christianity is set forth by DR..
| Talnage in this discourse, and remarkable
instances Of self sacrifice are brought out
for illustration. The text is Hebrews tx,
~, without shedding Of blood is no re.
| mission"
John g. Whittier the last Of the great
! school Of American poets that made the
last quarter of this century brilliant asked
me In the White mountains one morning
after prayers, IN which had given out
Cowper's famous hymn about "the foun-
tain flied with blood" "Do you really
believe there is literal application Of the
blood of Christ to the soul?" My negative
reply then is my negative reply now. The
Bible statement agrees with all physicians
and all psychologists and all scientists in
saying that the blood Is the life, and in
the Christian religion 1t means simply
that chrlst's life was given for our life.
Hence all this talk of men who say the
Bible story Of blood is disgusting, and
that they don't want what they call
slaughter house religion" only shows
their inoapacity or unwillingness to look
through the figure Of speech toward the
thing signifed. The blood that ON the
darkest Friday the world ever saw oozed
or trickled or poured from the brow, and
the side, and the hands, and the feet of the
illustrious sufferer back of Jerusalem in
a few hours coagulated and dried up and
forever disappeared, and If man had de-
pended on tho application Of the literal
blood of Christ there would not have been
soul saved for the last IS centuries.
The Red Word.
In order to understand this red word Of
my text we only have to exercise as much
common sense in religion as we do in
everything else. Pang for pang, hunger
for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for
tear, blood for blood, life for life, we see
every day illustrated. The act of substitu-
ton is no novelty, although hear men
talk as though the idea of Christ's suffer
ing substituted for our suffering were
something abnormal something distress
ingly odd, something wildly eccentric,
solitary episode in the worlds history,
when could take you out into this city
and before shutdown point you to 500 cases
of substitution and voluntary suffering of
one in behalf of another
At 3 O'Clock tomorrow afternoon 90
among the places of business or toll. 1t
will be no difficult thing for you to find
men who by their looks show you that
they are overworked. They are premature
ly old They are fastening rapidly toward
their decease. They have gone through
crises in business that shattered their
nervous system and pulled on the brain.
They have shortness of breath and pain
in tho back Of the head and at night an
insomnia that alarms them. Why are they |
drudging at business early and late? For |
fun! No. 1t would be difficult to extract |
any amusement out of that exhaustion. |
Because they are avaricious? In many |
cases no. Because their own personal ex- |
penses are lavish? No. A few hundred dol |
lars would meet all their wants. Tho sim |
pie fact is tho man is enduring all that ia |
tigue and evaporation and wear and tear
to Keep his home prosperous. There is an
invisible line reaching from that store
from that bank, from that shop, from that
scatfolding to quiet scene few blocks,
a few miles away, and there is the secret
of that business endurance. He is simply
the champion Of homestead, for which
he wins bread and wardrobe and education
and prosperity, and in such battle 10000
men fall. OF ten business men whom I
bury nine die of overwork for Others.
Some sudden disease finds them with no
power Of resistance, and they are gono.
Life for life! Blood for blood! Substitu.
ton!
A Dim Light In the Liouse.
AT o'clock tomorrow morning, the hour
when slumbor is most uninterrupted and
profound, walk amid the dwelling houses
of the city. Here and there you will find
n dim light, because it is the household
custom to keep subdued light burning,
but most of the houses from base to top arc
as dark as though uninhabited. A merci.
full God has sent forth the archangel of
sleep, and ho puts his wings over the city.
But yonder Is clear light burning, and
outside OH a window easement a glass or
pitcher containing food for sick child.
Tho food is set in tho fresh air. This Is
The sixth night that mother has sat up
With that sufferer. Sho has to the last
point obeycd the physicians prescription,
not giving a drop too much or too little or
a moment too soon or too late. She Is
very anxious, for she has buried three
children with the same disease, and she
Drays and weeps, each prayer and sob end
ing with kiss of the pale cheek. By dint
If Kindness she gets the little ono through
ihe ordeal After it is all over the mother
S taken down. Brain or nervous fever i
lets in, and ono day she leaves the conval-
scent child with a mothers blessing and
goes up to join tho three departed ones in
he Kingdom Of heaven. Life for lifel
substitution! Tho fact Is that there are
IN uncounted number of mothers who aft
II they have navigated large family of
hildren through all the diseases of infancy
md got them fairly started up the flower
ng slope of boyhood and girlhood have
'nly strength enough left to die They
ado away. Some call it consumption,
omc call 1t nervous prostration some call
t intermittent or malarial indisposition,
tut call 1t Nartyrdom of the domestic
irclo. Lifo for life! Blood for blood! Sub
tituton
Orpcrhaps mother fingers long enough
o 500 son got on the wrong road, and
lis former Kindness becomes rough reply
when sho expresses anxiety about him.
BUT she goes right on, looking carefully
fter his apparel, remembering his every
birthday with some memento, and when
o is brought home worn out with disspa-
ion nurses him till he gets we'll and starts
i'm again and hopes and expects and prays
nd counsels and suffers until her strength
ives out and she fails. She is going, and I
bending over her inflow, ask
er If she has any message to leave ana
he makes great effort to say something, !
ut out of three or four minutes Of indis-
met utteranco they can catch but three
'ords, "My poor boy" The simple fact
she died for him. Life for life! Substi. /
ltiun!
Blood For Blood. ,
About IS years ago there went forth {
ON our northern and southern homes 8
undreds OF thousands of men to do bat. I
g. All tho poetry of war soon vanished and @
fl them nothing but the terrible prose. {
hey waded knco deep in mud. They slept !
| snow baubs. They marched till their q
1t feet tracked the earth. They were a
cindled out of their honest rations and .,
we'd on meat not fit for dog. They had n
VS. fractured and eyes extinguished and -
m his shot AWAY Thousnpds nf them cr;od IL