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THE LEDGER: GAFFISEY, S. C., .TYNE 2, 1808 4'»LOOT) ATONEMENT. BY IT CHRIST DELIVERED ALL MEN * FROM BONDAGE. Rev. Or. Talinngn Clntlir* an OI<1 Story In Hew l.niiKUUKt- Sarritli-r of the llrfeniK** Ir«4 I Hi Vo — Two lllrilit of Anririit Ja-ru- mfent. Pn [Copyrtght, 1WR, by Amorlcnn outUon. i Washington, May 29.—From a scono of old Dr. Talmaffo in this sermon jire- wMitM tho old gospel under another ])hase; text, Leviticus xiv, 5-7: “And tho pri tst shall command that one of tho birds bo killed in an earthen vessel, over r inning water. As for the living bird, he shall take it and the cedar wood, and the scarlet, and the hyssop and shall dip them and the liv ing bird in tho blood of tho bird that was killed over tho running water and he shall sprinkle upon him that is to be cleansed from the leprosy seven times and shall pronounce him clean and shall lot tho living bird loose into tho open field.” Tho Old Testament to very many people is a great slaughter house strewn with tho blood and bones and horns and hoofs of butchered animals. It offends their sight; it disgusts their taste; it actually nauseates the stomach. 13ut to tho intelligent Christian the Old Testa ment is a magnificent cor.-idor through which Jesus advances. As he appears at the other cud of tho corridor wo can only see tho outlines of his character; coming nearer, wo can descry the fea tures. But wheu at last he steps upon the platform of the New Testament, amid the torches of evangelists and apostles, the orchestras of heaven an nounce him with a blast of minstrelsy that wakes up Bethlehem at midnight. There were a gnat many cages of birds brought down to Jerusalem for sacrifice—sparrows, pigeons and turtle doves. I cau hear them now, whistling, caroling and singing all around about tho temple. When a leper was to bo cured of his leprosy, in order to his cleansing two of these birds were taken. Guo of them was slain over an earthen vessel of running water—that is, clear, fresh water—and then the bird was kill ed. Another bird was then taken, tied to a hyssop branch and plunged by the priest into tho blood of the first bird, and then, with this hyssop branch, bird tipped, tho priest would sprinkle the leper seven times, then untie the bird from the hyssop branch and it would gc soaring into the heavens. Now open your eyes wide, my dear brethren and sisters, and see that that first bird meant Jesus and that the sec ond bird means your own soul. There is nothing more suggestive than a caged bird. In tho dow n of its breast you can see the glow of southern climes. In tho sparkle of its eye you can see tho flash of distant seas. In its voice you can hear the song it learned in the wild- wood. It is a child of tho sky in capitiv- ity. Now tho dead bird of my text, cap tured from the r.ir, suggests tho Lord Jesus, who came down from tho realms of light and glory. He onco stood in tho sunlight of heaven. He was the favorite of tho huid. Ho was the King’s Son. Whenever a victory was gained or a throne set up, ho was the first to hear it. He could not walk incognito along the streets, for all heaven knew him. For eternal ages he had dwelt amid tho mighty populations of heaven. No holi day had ever dawned on the city when he was absent. Ho was not like an earth ly prince, occasionally issuing from a palace heralded by a troop of clanking horso guards. No. Ho was greeted ev erywhere us a brother, and all heaven was perfectly at homo with him. Tho King'* Son. But one day there came word to tho palace that an insignificant island was in rebellion and was cutting itself to pieces with anarchy. I hear an angel say: “Lot it perish. Tho King’s realm is vast enough without the island. The tributes to tho King aro large enough without that. Wo can spare it. ” “Not so, “said the Prince, tho King’s Sen, and 1 see him push out one day under the protest of a great com pauy. Ho starts straight for tho rebellious island. He lands amid the execrations of tho in habitants that grow in violence until the malice of earth has smitten him and the spirits of tho lost world put their black wings over his dying head and shut the sun out. Tho hawks and vul tures swooped upon this dove of the text until head and breast and feet ran blood, until under the docks and bonks of darkness the pixir thing perished. No wonder it was a bird that was taken and slain over an earthen vessel of running water. It was a child of the skies. It typified him who came down from heav en jn agony and blood to save our souls. Blessed be his glorious name forever 1 I notice also in my text that the bird that was slain was a clean bird. The text demanded that it should be. The raven was never sacrificed, nor the cor morant, nor the vulture. It must be a clean bird, says the text, and it suggests the pure Jesus—tho holy Jesua Al though he spent his boyhood in the worst village on earth, although blas phemies were poured into his ear enough to have poisoned any one else, he stands before the world a perfect Christ Herod was cruel, Henry VIII was unclean, William III was treach- erons, bat point out a fault of our King. Answer me, ye boys who know him on the streets of Nazareth I Answer me, ye miscreants who saw him diet The skep tical tailors have tried for 1,800 years to find out one hole in this seamless garment, but they have not found it The most ingenious and eloquent infidel of this day, in the last lino of his book, all of which denounces Christ, says, “All ages must proclaim that among the sons of men there is none greater than Jesus. ” So let this bird of the text be dean—its feat fragrant with the dew that it pressed, its beak carrying sprig * of thyme and frankincense, its feathers washed in summer showers. O thou ^spotless Bon of God, impress us with iiy innocence! I Tlmn tovnly *rmroi> of true duHifiit, Whom 1, nniM'i'U, ndoi<\ Unvi tl thy hcuutloM to my hIkIU, That I limy love thoo more. Non,- to I remark also in regard to this first bird mentioned in the text that it was a dcfenseles;; bird. When the eagle is assaulted, with its iron beak it strikes like a bolt against its adversary. This was a dove or a sparrow, we do not know just which. Take the dove or pi geon in your hand, and the lacking of its beak on your hand makes you laugh at tho fooblem s of its assault. Thu reindeer, after it is down, may fell you with itsuutlcrs. Tho ox, after you think it is dead, may break your leg in its death struggle. Tho harixximd whale, in its last agony, may crush you in the | coil of tho unwinding rope. But this was a dove or a sparrow—perfectly harmless, perfectly defenseless—type of him who said, “I have trixl the wine press alone, and there was none to help.” None to help! The murderers have it all their own way. Where was the soldier in tho Unman regiment who swung his sword in the defense of the divine martyr? Did they put otic drop of oil on his gashed feet? Was there one in all that crowd manly and generous enough to stand up for him? Were the miscreants at the cross any more inter fered with in their work of spiking him fast than the carpenter in his shop driv ing a nail through a pine board? The women cried, but there was no balm in their tears. None to help, none to help! O my Lord Jesus, none to help! The wave of anguish came up to tho arch of his feet, came up to his knee, floated to his waist, rose to his chin, swept to his temples, yet none to help. Ten thou sand times 10,000 angels in the sky, ready at command to plunge into the bloody affray and strike bac k tbe hoots of darkness, yet none to help, none to help! Oh, this dove of tho text, in its hast moment, clutched not with angry talons. It plunge d not a savage beak. It was a dove—helpless, defenseless. None to help! None to help! As after a severe storm in tho morn ing you go out and find birds dead on the snow, so this dead bird of the text makes me think of that awful storm that swept tho cartn on crucifixion day, when the wrath of God and tho malice of man and the fury of devils wrestled beneath the three crosses. As we sang just now: Well niinht the sun in darkness hide And shut hix glories in. When Christ, tho mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's Kin. Itlood Atonement. But I come now to speak of this sec ond bird of the text. We must not let that fly away until we have examined it. The priest took tho second bird, tied it to the hyssop branch, and then plung ed it in the blood of the first bird. Ah, that is my soul, plunged for cleasiug in the Saviour’s blood. There is not enough water in tho Atlantic and Pacific oceans to wash away our smallest sin. Sin is such an outrage on (rod’s universe that nothing but blood can atone for it. You know the life is in the blood, and as tho life had been forte’ted nothing could buy it back but blood. What was it that was sprinkled on the doorposts when the destroying angel went through the land? Blood. What was it that went streaming from the altar of an cient sacrifice? Blood. What was it that the priest carried into the holy of holies, making intercession for the peo ple? Blood. What was it that Jesus sweat in the garden of Gethsemane? Great drops of blood. What does the wine in the sacramental cup signify? Blood. What makes the robes of the righteous in heaven so fair? They aro washed in the blood of the Lamb. What is it that cleanses all our pollution? The blood of Jesus Christ, that cleanseth from all sin. I hear somebody saying, “I do not like such a sanguinary religion as that. ” Do you think it is very wise for the pa tient to tell the doctor, “I don’t like the medicine you have given me?’’ If he wants to be cured, he had better tako tho medicine. My Lord God has offered us a balm, and it is very foolish for us to say, “I don’t like that balm. ” Wo bad better take it and bo saved. But you do not oppose the shedding of blood in other directions and for other ends. If a hundred thousand men go out to battle for their country and have to lay down their lives for free institutions is there anything ignoble about that? No; you say, “glorious sacrifice rather.” And is there anything ignoble in the idea that the Lord Jesus Christ by tho shedding of his blood delivered not only one land but all lards and all ages from bondage, introducing men by millions and millions into tho liberty of the sons of God? Is there anything ignoble about that? As this second bird of Die text was plunged in the blood of the first bird so we must be washed in tho bloud of Christ or go polluted forever. Let tho water and tho blood, From thy aide a healing flood. Be of xlii the double cure. Have from earth and uiuko mo pure. Sin Is Slavery. I notice now that as soon as this second bird was dipped in tho blood of the first bird tbe priest unloosened it and it was free—free of wing and free of foot It could whet its beak on any tree branch it chose. It could peck the grapes of any vineyard it chose. It was frets—a type of our souls after wo have washed in tho blood of the Lamb. We can go where we will We can do what wo will. You say, “Had you not better qualify that?” No. ftir I remember that in conversion the will is changed and the man will not will that which is wrong. There is no straitjacket in our religion. A state of sin is a state of slav ery. A state of pardon is a state of emancipation. The hammer of God’s grace knocks the hopples from the feet, knocks the handcuffs from the wrist, opens the door into n landscape all ashiuuner with fountains and abloom with gardens. It is freedom. If a man bus become a Christian, he is no more afraid of Sinai. The thun ders of Sinai do not frighten him. You ; nave, on some August day, seen two thn.. r Fhowcra meet. One cloud from j this mountain and another cloud from i that mountain, coming ueaior and near- I er together and responding to each oth- i er, crash to crash, thunder to thumb r, | boom, bixnn! An I then tbe clouds break and the torrents pour, and they arc emp- | tied perhaps into the very same stnam j that conies down so red at your feet that j it seems as if all tho carnage <>f the ' storm battle has been emptied into it. ! Bo in thi.i Bible l sen two storms gath er, one alxive Sinai, the other above Cal vary, and they respond one to the other —flash to flash, thunder to thunder, boom, htxnn! Sinai thunders, “The r ml that shun th, it shall d.ie;’’ Calvary re sponds, “Save them from going down to the pit, for I have foqpd a ransom.” Sinai says, “Woe, woo!” Calvary an swers, “Mercy, mercy!’’ And then the clouds burst and empty their treasures into one torrent, and it comes flowing to our feet, red with the carnage of our Lord, in which if thy soul 1st plunged, like the bird in the text, it shall go forth free—free! Oh, I wish all jieoplo to understand this, that when a man becomes a Christian he does not become a slave, but that he becomes a free man ; that ho has larger liberty after he be comes a child of God than before ho be came a child of God. General Fisk said that he once stootl at a slave block where an old Christian minister was being sold. The auctioneer said of him: “What bid do I hear for this man? He is a very good kind of a man; ho is a minister.” Somebody said “twenty dollars” (ho was very old and not worth much); somebody else “twenty-five”—“thirty” —“thirty-five” — “forty.” Tho aged Christian minister began to tremble. Ho had expected to lie able to buy his own freedom, and he had Just $70 and ex pected with the $70 to get free. As tho bids run up the old man trembled more and more. ‘‘Forty” — *‘forty-five” — “fifty”—“fifty-five”—“sixty” — ”six- ty-livo. ” The old man cried out “sev enty. ” He was afraid they would out bid him. The men around were trans fixed. Nobody dared bid, and the auc tioneer struck him down to himself— done—done! Piirchaned by ChrUt. But by reason of sin wo are poorer than that African. Wo cannot buy our own deliverance. Tho voices of death arc bidding for us, and they bid us in and they bid us down. But the Lord Jesus Christ comes and says: “I will buy that man. I bid for him my Bethle hem manger; I bid for him my hunger on the mountain; I bid for him my aching head; I bid for him my fainting heart; I bid for him all my wounds.” A voice from the throne of God says: “It is enough 1 Jesus has bought him.” Bought with a price. Tho purchase complete. It is done. Tho grunt trcnsaction's done. I am my Lord's, and ho ia mine. Ho drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to corfowx tho vcico divine. Why, is not a man free wheu ho gets rid of his sins? Tho sins of tho tongue gone; the sins of action gone; the sins of the mind gone. All the transgressions of 30, 40, GO, 70 years gone—no more in the soul than the malaria that float ed in the atmosphere 1,000 years ago; for when my Lord Jesus pardons a man he pardons him, and there is no half way work about it. Here I sec a beggar going along the turnpike road. He is worn out with dis ease. Ho is stiff in the joints. He is ulcered all over. He has rheum in his eyes. He is sick and wasted. He is in rags. Every time ho puts down his swollen feet he cries “Oh, tho pain!” He sees a fountain by the roadside un der a tree, and he crawls up to that fountain and says: “I must wash. Here I may cool my ulcers. Here I may got rested. ” He stoops down and scoops up iu the palm of his hands enough water to slake his*thirst, and that is all gone. Then ho stoops down and begins to wash his eyes, and the rheum is all gone. Then he puts in his swollen feet, and the swelling is gone. Then, willing no longer to be only half cured, he plunges in, and his whole body is laved in the stream, and he gets upon tho bank well. Meantime tho owner of tho mansion up yonder comes down, walk ing through the ravine with his only son, and he sees the bundle of rugs and asks, “ Whose rags are these?” A voice from the fountain says, “Those are my rags.” Then says the master to his son, “Go up to the house and got the be: t new suit you can find and bring it down. ’’ And he brings down the clothes, and the beggar is clothed iu them and ho looks around and says: “I was filthy, but in >w I am clean. I was ragged, but now I am robed. I was blind, but now I see. Glory be to tho owner of that mansion, and glory bo to that son who brought fno that new suit of clothes, and glory be to this fountain where I have washed and where ail who will may wash and be clean!” Whore sin abounded, grace doth much more abound. The bird baa been dipped; now let it fly away. The Way Indicated*. v The next thing I notice abont this bird wheu the main idea—is tnat it flew away Which way did it go? When you let a bird loose from your grasp, which way does it fly? Up. What are wings for? To fly with. Is there anything in the suggestion uf the direction token by that bird to indicate which way we ought to go? RIhk, my houI, end xtretch thy wingn, Tliy tetter portion trace. Rixe from transitory things To heaven, thy native place. We should bo going heavenward. That is the suggestion. But I know that wo have a great many drawbacks. You had them this morning perhaps. You had them yesterday or tho day before, and, although you wont to be going heavenward, you aro constantly discour aged. But I suppose when that bird went out of the priest's hands it went by inflections—sometimes stooping. A bird docs not shoot directly up, but this is tho motion of a bird. Bo the soul soars toward God, rising up iu love" and some times depressed by trial. It does not al ways go in the direction it would like to go, but tho main course is right There is one passage in tho Bible which I quote oftener to myself than any oth er, “Ho knnweth onr frame and ho re- memlicroth that wo aro dust.” There is a, legend in Iceland which says thntwk u Jesus was ahoy, playing with bis cm arades one Sabbath day, ho mode birds of day, and as thesebirdsof clay were standing upon the ground an old Sadducco eamo along and he was disgusted at the sport and dashed tho bird ; to pieces. But the legend says that Jesus waved his hand above tho broken birds and they took wing and went sing ing heavenward. Of course that is a fablo among tho Icelanders. But it i:i not a fable that wo are dust, and that, the hand of divine grace waved over us once, wo go singing toward the skies. I wish, my friends, that we could live in a higher atmosphere. If a man’s whole life object is to make dollars, he will be running against those who are making dollars. If his whole object is to get applause, he will run against those who are seeking applause. But if he rises higher than that he will not be interrupted in his flight heavenward. Why does that flock of birds, floating up against the blue sky so high that you can hardly see them, not change its course for spire or tower? They aro alxive all obsiructions. Bo wo would not have so often to change our Chris tian course if we lived in a higher at mosphere nearer Christ, nearer tho throne of God. ItrfuDd Not. Oh, yo who have been washed in the blood of Christ, ye who have been loos ed from tho hyssop branch, start heav enward. It may bo to some cf you a long flight. Temptations may dispute your way, storms of bereavemout and trouble may strike your soul, but Gcxl will see you through. Build not on tho earth. Set your affections on things in heaven, not on things on earth. This is a perishing world. Its flowers fade. Its fountains dry up. Its promises cheat- Bet your affections upon Christ and heaven. I rejoice, my dear brethren and sisters in Christ, that the flight will after awhile lie ended. Not always beat en of tho storm. Not always going on weary wings. There is a warm dovecot of eternal rest where we shall And a place of comfort, to the everlasting joy of our souls. Oh, they are going up all the time—going up from this church— going up from all tho families and from all tho churches of the land—tho weary doves seeking rest iu a dovecot. Oh, that in that good land wo may all meet when our trials are over! We cannot get into the glorious presenco of onr de parted ones unless we have been cleans ed in the same blood that washed their sins away. I know this is true of all who have gone in, that they wore plunged in the blood, that they were unloosed from tho hyssop branch. Then they went singing into glory. 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