Connecticut western news., 1899-08-03

white as snow, when the question has been solved, How can my soul be sayedw Naked, frost bitten, storm lashed soul, let Jesus this hour throw around thee the garments that smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces"
 Q Your second curiosity Is to know why the robes of Jesus are odorous with aloes. There is some difference of opiIHon about where these aloes grow, what Is the color of the flower. what Is the particular appearance of the herb. Suffice 1t for you and me to world over, and when Christ comes with garments bearing that particular odor they suggest to me the bitter ness of a Saviour's sufferings. Were there ever such nights as Jesus lived on the mountains, nights on the sea, nights in the desert? Who ever had such hard reception as Jesus had? A hostelry the first an unjust trial in oyer and terminer another, foul mouthed, yelling mob the last. Was there space on his back as wide as your two fingers where he was not whipped? Was there a space on his brow an inch square where he was not cut of the briers? When the spike struck at the instep, did it not go clear through to the hollow of the foot? Oh, long, deep, bitter pilgrimage! Aloes! Aloes!
 Man Made Free.
 John leaned his head on Christ, but who did Christ lean on? Five thou sand men fed by the Saviour; who fed Jesus? The sympathy of a Saviour's heart going out to the leper and the but who soothed Christ? He had a fit place neither to be born nor to die. A poor babe! A poor lad! A poor young man! Not so much as a taper to cheer his dying hours. Even the candle of the sun snuffed out. Was 1t not all aloes? Our sins, sorrows, losses and all the ago nies of earth and hell picked up as in one cluster and squeezed into one cup, and that pressed to his lips until the acrid, nauseating, bitter draft was swallowed with a distorted counte nance and shudder from head to foot and a gurgling strangulation. Aloes, aloes! Nothing but aloes. All this for himself? All this to get the fame in the world of being a martyr? All this in spirit of stubbornness, because he did not like Caesar? No, no! All this because he wanted to pluck me and you from he'll Because he wanted to raise me and you to heaven. Because Because we were blind, and he wanted us to see. Because we were serfs, and he wanted us manumitted. Oh, ye in whose cup of life the saccharin has oh, ye who have had bright and sparkling beverages, how do you feel toward him who in your stead and to purchase your disenthrall- ment, took the aloes, the unsavory aloes, the bitter aloes?
 The Divine Physician.
 Your third curiosity is to know why these garments of Christ are odorous with cassia. This was a plant which grew in India and the adjoining is- lands. You do not care to hear what kind of flower 1t had or what kind of ! stalk. It Is enough for me to tell you that 1t was used incidentally. In that and and in that age, where they knew put little about pharmacy, cassia was used to arrest many forms of disease. So, when In my text we find Christ coming with garments that smell of ,assia, it suggests. to me the healing md curative power of the Son of God. Oh" you say, now you have SUI )erf1ueus ideal We are not sick Why do we want cassia? We are athletic. Our respiration Is perfect Dur limbs are 1.-the, and on bright cool lays we feel we could bound like 'oe." I beg to differ, my brother, from you. None of you can be better in physical health than I am, and yet l must say we are all sick. 1 have taken he diagnosis of your case and have ex- lmined all the best authorities on the subject, and have to tell you that you Ire full of wounds and bruises and )utrefying sores which have not been pound up or modified with ointment" The marasmus of sin is on us-the palsy, the dropsy, the leprosy. The man that is expiring tonight In the next street.-the allopathic and homeo- Dnthic doctors have given him up and his friends now standing around to take his last words-is no more cer- tainly dying as to his body than you md are dying unless we have taken the medicine from Gods apothecary. All the leaves of this Bible are only so many prescriptions from the Divine written, not In Latin. like but written in plain English, so that ! man, though fool, need not er therein" Thank God that the Saw ours garments smell of cassia!
 Christ the Healer.
 Suppose man were sick, and there was phial on his mantelpiece with medicine he knew would cure him, and ne refused to take it, what would you say of him? He is suicide. And what do you say of that man who, sick n sin, has the healing medicine of Gods grace offered him and refuses to take it? If he dies, he is a suicide. People talk as though God took man md led him out to darkness and death, IS though he brought him tip to the cliffs and then pushed him off. Oh, no! When man is lost, 1t is not be- cause God pushes him off; it Is because ne jumps off. In olden times a suicide was buried at the crossroads, and the people were accustomed to throw stones upon his grave. So it seems to ne there may be at this time a man who is destroying his soul, and as though the angels of God were here to bury him at the point where the roads 1f life and death cross each other, throwing upon the grave the broken aw and great pile of misimproved privileges, so that those going by may ook at the fearful mound and learn what suicide it is when an immortal soul, for which Jesus died, puts itself put of the way.
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