Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-10-19
to these sons of God, these heirs o.
Heaven.


over thy lip when He babe thee be
still. Tell me, We dead who got up
to see him die. Tell me, thou sun
in midheaven, who for Him didst pull
down over thy face the veil of dark
ness. Tell me, ye lepers who were
cleansed, we dead who were raised,
is He the Son of God? Aye, aye, re-
spends the universe. The flowers
breathe it; the stars chime it; the
redeemed celebrate it; the angels rise
on their thrones to announce it. And
yet on that miserable malefnctor's
'if" how many shall be wrecked for
all eternity! That little "if" has
enough venom in its sting to cause
the end of the soul. No "if" about it.
/ know 1t. Ecce Deusl l feel it thor
oughly-through every muscle of the
body, and through every faculty of
my mind, and through every energy
of my soul. Living, l will preach it;
dying, / will pillow my head upon
| its Neutrality-suspicious. the God.
Away, then, from this right hand
cross. The red berries of the forest
are apt to be poisonous, and around
this tree of carnage grow the red, poi
sonous berries of which many have
tasted and died. l can see no use
for this right hand cross, except it be
used as lever with which to upturn
| tLa naAn1;af - h. ,,o.lJ
Here from the right-hand Cross | go
to the left-hand cross. Pass clear to
the other side. That victim als,' twists
himself upon the nails to look at the
center cross, yet not to scott. 1t is to
worship. He, too, would like to get
his hand loose, not to smite, but to de-
liver the sufferer OF the middle
cross. He cries to the railer cursing
on the other side: "Silencel Between
us is innocence in agony. We suffer
for our crimes. Silencel" Gather
round this left-hand cross, o We peo-
ple Be not afraid, Bitter herbs are
sometimes tonic for the body, and
the bitter aloes that grow on this tree
shall give strength and life to thy
soul. The left-hand cross is repent
ing cross. AS men who have been
nearly drowned tell us that in one mo-
ment, while they were under the wa
ter, their whole life passed before
them, so | suppose in one moment the
dying malefactor thought over all his
past life--of that night when he went
into an unguarded door and took all
the silver, the gold, the jewels, and as
the sleeper stirred he put a knife
through his heart; of that aay when,
in the lonely pass. he met the way
farer, and, regardless of the cries and
prayers and tears and struggles OF
his victim, he flung the mangled
corpse into the dust of the highway
or heaped upon it the stones.
He says: 81 am guilty wretch.
deserve this. There Is no need OF my
cursing. That will not stop the pain
There is no need of blasphemina
Christ, for lie has done me no wrong
And yet / cannot die so. The torture!
of my body are undone by the tor
lures of my soul. The past is a scene
Of misdoing, the present n crucifxion
the future an everlasting undoing
Come back, thou hiding midday sun
Kiss my cheek with one bright ray o
comfort. What, no help from above
no help from beneath? Then / mus
turn to my companion in sorrow, tn,
One on the middle cross. have heart
that He knows how to help n maj
when he is in trouble. / have hcart
that He can cure the wounded. I hav,
heard that He can paraon the sinner
Surely in all His wanderings up ant
down the earth He never saw on
more in need OF His forgiveness. vii
thou turn for the moment away from
Thy own pangs to pity me? Lord, /
is not to have my hands relieved o
my feet taken from the torture-I cal
stand all this--but, oh, my sins, m,
sins, my sins! They pierce me throug1
and through. They tell me | must di
forever. They will push me out int
the darkness unless Thou wilt he'll
me. ! confess it all. Hear the or
Of the dying thief: Lord, remembe
me when Thou contest into Thy king
, DOM I ask no great things. sec
for no throne in Heaven, no chario
to take me to the skies, but just thin
Of me when this days horrors hav
passed Think of me littlc-of mi
the one now hanging at Thy side
when the shout of Heavenly WELDON
takes Thee back into Thy glory. Tho
. wilt not forget me, wilt thou? Lore
remember me when Thou contest int
Thy kingdom Only just remembe
me-"
!, This left hand cross was believin
cross. There was no guesswork in tina
prayer. no "if' in that supplicatiol
The left hand cross flung itself at til
: foot OF the middle cross, expectin
!, mercy. Faith is only just opening ii
. hand to take what Christ offers u
i, The work is all done; the bridge
4 built strong enough for us al to wal
over. Tap not at the door of God
! mercy with the tip Of your fingers, bl
as a warrior with gauntleted fists ;
: the castle gate. So with all the arouse
energies of our souls let us pound at IL
l, gate of Heaven. That gate is locke
You go toit with a bunch ofkeys. Yc
try philosophy. That will not open
s. A large door generally has ponderol
. key. ! take the cross and place Il
foot of it in the lock, and by the tv
G arms Of the cross I turn the lock, al
= the door opens.
:. This left hand cross was pardont
e cross. The crosses were only two
|" three yards apart. 1t did not take lor
II for Christ to hear. Christ might ha
e turned away and said: "How dare
> thou speak to me? ] am the Lord
n Heaven and earth. ] have seen yor
u violence. When you struck down Il