Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1919-10-04
trample his blood beneath their

trample his blood beneath their
feet"
For 1919 years humanity has
scaled that mountain, over the
quivering body of Jesus Christ, and
they have trampled into the sin
cursed soil of his old God-hating,
Christ-hating, Sabbath breaking,
ripping. damning, disappearing old
world, my friends, every message
of Gods love.
They have spurned the preachers
and damned the evangelists, laugh
ing to scorn the tenderest message
that God can give, through prophet
or priest or king or preacher. Get
up and tell me what more God can
do to keep you out of hell. Get up
and tell me what more God can do
to keep you from getting into he'll
by what you are DOING.
have looked into this book we
call the Bible have looked up
into the face of God. have look
ed out into this old sin-cursed
world, and / have said, Lord, this
world is like a great big hospital
after all. There is the drunkards'
ward, the libertineS' ward, the in
fidels' ward, the thieves ward, the
blasphemers' ward. And 1 get the
poor cursed, damned. MANNED,
struggling, bruised, crushed hui
mainly in the various wards.
Two thousand years ago, God
took pity on US and leaned over the
battlements of glory. Looking down
upon US, he saw us struggling un-
der the weight of sin. He walked
out into his garden and plucked the
liIy-of-the-vaIley and the rose of
Sharon. He intertwined with them
the smile and forget-me-nots of his
love and dropped it down into the
manger of Bethlehem.
When the Wise Men of the east
came and picked up the baby, they
read Gods love story to the world
in the face of the infant Christ.
For God so loved the world, that
he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have everlasting
life"
And what did they do? They
spat in his face, and they hurled
stones at him. They damned him.
They said, You are a wine-bibber.
You are a glutton, devil" They
put him on the cross, sir, but
"Out from the tomb,
On that Easter morn,
He burst the bands of death.
That none e'er broke before,
And rose in conQuering majesty
To stoop to death no more"
And the Holy Spirit came down,
and John picked up the well-worn
pen and wrote the words of my
text. Behold, I stand at the door,
and knock, il you will let me in.
we will have a great time" Come
on. Come on
The Love of God.
heard people talk about the
love of CD. l said, Il will fathom
it"
Thirty years ago, one dark.
stormy night in Chicago, stag
gered into the arms of Jesus Christ,
and l have been trying to fathom
his love for 80 years. 1t is too
deep.
Then 1 said, 81 will scale the
heights" l took the wings of
faith. 1 mounted up with the
wings of the eagle. It is too high. |
l said, 81 will go around it" For
80 years I have tried. Its circum-
ference is too great
Understand it? No, I never ex-
pect to understand it until God /
wipes the smoky filament from my /
vision and | see him face to face |
in the days when he makes up his !
jewels.
o, God, knock louder, knock
longer upon the hard obtuse hearts
of some of these old sinners.
Jesus Christ has knocked so |
long. He knocked through the |
doctor when you were sick. He /
knocked through the pleadings of |
your wife and children. He has /
knocked through your adversely, /
and through your prosperity.
God is knocking at the heart OF |
America, today, through the ho--
rors of war. He has been knocking |
since the Pilgrims struck the snow
covered hills OF New England. with |
a bible in one hand and a spelling /
book in the other.
Understand? l never will until |
I see him face to face.
Now your will is a book. God |
has decreed the freedom of your |
will. A man with his will broken |
would descend to the realm of mat
ter, like a flower which the-rude