"Ay," said little Christie under his breath; "there"s me."
"I will try, by G.o.d"s help, to show you the way," said the clergyman.
"You and I have sinned. One sin is enough to shut us out of heaven, but we have sinned not only once, but hundreds of thousands of times; our souls are covered with sin stains. But there is one thing, and only one, by which the soul can be made white and clear and pure. My text tells us what it is,--"The blood of Jesus Christ.""
Then the clergyman went on to explain how it is that the blood of Jesus can wash out sin. He spoke of the death of Jesus on Calvary, of the fountain He opened there for sin and for uncleanness. He explained to them that Jesus was G.o.d"s Son, and that therefore His blood which He shed on the cross is of infinite value. He told them that, since that day on Calvary, thousands had come to the fountain, and each one had come out of it whiter than snow, every spot of sin gone.
The clergyman told them, that when these washed ones reached the gates of pearl, they were thrown wide open to them, for there was no sin-mark on their souls, they were free from sin. And then he looked very earnestly indeed, and leaning forward he pleaded with his little congregation to come to the blood that they might be washed and cleansed. He begged them to use the second verse of the hymn, and to say from the bottom of their hearts:--
"Saviour, I come to Thee, O Lamb of G.o.d, I pray, Cleanse me and save me, Cleanse me and save me, Wash all my sins away."
"There is one little word in my text," said the minister, "which is a great comfort to me. I mean the word _all_. All sin. That takes in every bad word, every bad thought, every bad action. That takes in the blackest blot, the darkest stain, the deepest spot. All sin, each sin, every sin. No sin too bad for the blood to reach, no sin too great for the blood to cover. And now," said the minister, "every soul in this room is either saved or unsaved, either washed or not washed.
"Let me ask you, my dear friends, a very solemn question: Is the sin or the blood on your soul? One or the other must be there. Which is it?"
The clergyman paused a moment when he had asked this question, and the room was so still that a falling pin might have been heard. There were deep searchings of heart in that little company. And Christie was saying deep down in his heart:--
"Cleanse me and save me, Cleanse me and save me, Wash all my sins away."
The minister finished his sermon by entreating them all that very night to come to the fountain. Oh, how earnestly he pleaded with them to delay no longer, but to say at once, "Saviour, I come to Thee." He begged them to go home, and in their own rooms to kneel down, feeling that Jesus was standing close beside them. "That is _coming_ to Jesus," the minister said. He told them to tell Jesus all, to turn all the sin over to Him, to ask Him to cover it all with His blood, so that that very night they might lie down to sleep whiter than snow.
"Will you do this?" asked the clergyman, anxiously; "will you?"
And little Christie said in his heart, "Yes, that I will."
As the congregation left, the clergyman stood at the door, and gave a friendly word to each one as they pa.s.sed by. He looked very tired and anxious after his sermon. It had been preached with much prayer and with much feeling, and he was longing, oh, so earnestly, to know that it had been blessed to one soul.
There were some amongst the little congregation who pa.s.sed by him with serious, thoughtful faces, and as each one went by he breathed an earnest prayer that the seed in that soul might spring up and bring forth fruit. But there were others again who had already begun to talk to their neighbors, and who seemed to have forgotten all they had heard.
And these filled the young minister"s heart with sorrow. "Is the seed lost, dear Lord?" he said, faithlessly. For he was very tired and weary; and when the body is weak, our faith is apt to grow weak also.
But there was something in Christie"s face as he pa.s.sed out of the room which made the clergyman call him back and speak to him. He had noticed the boy"s attention during the sermon, and he longed to hear whether he had understood what he had heard.
"My boy," said the minister kindly, laying his hand on Christie"s shoulder, "can you tell me what my text was to-night?"
Christie repeated it very correctly, and the clergyman seemed pleased.
He asked Christie several more questions about the sermon, and then he encouraged the boy to talk to him. Christie told him of old Treffy, who had only another month to live, and who was longing to know how he might go to "Home, sweet Home." The clergyman promised to come and see him, and wrote down the name of the court and the number of the house in his little brown pocket-book. And before Christie went home the clergyman knelt down with him in the empty mission-room, and prayed that that very night the dear Lord would wash Christie"s soul in His most precious blood.
Christie walked away very thoughtfully, but still very gladly, for he had good news for old Treffy to-night. He quickened his steps as he drew near the court, and he ran up the stairs to the attic, eager to tell all to the poor old man.
"Oh, Master Treffy!" said Christie; "I"ve had such a time! It was beautiful, Master Treffy, and the clergyman"s been talking to me, and he"s coming to see you; he"s coming here," said Christie triumphantly.
But Treffy was longing for better news than this.
"What about "Home, sweet Home," Christie?" he asked.
"There _is_ a way, Master Treffy," said Christie. "You and me can"t get in with our sins, but "The blood of Jesus Christ, G.o.d"s Son, cleanseth us from all sin." That"s in the Bible, Master Treffy, and it was the clergyman"s text."
"Tell me all about it, Christie," Treffy said, in a tremulous voice.
"There"s nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash away the sin, Master Treffy," said Christie, "and you and me have just got to go to Him and ask Him, and He"ll do it for us to-night; the clergyman said so. I"ve learnt another verse of the hymn, Master Treffy," said Christie, kneeling down beside him and repeating it reverently:--
"Saviour, I come to Thee, O Lamb of G.o.d, I pray, Cleanse me and save me, Cleanse me and save me, Wash all my sins away."
Treffy repeated the words after him in a trembling voice.
"I wish He"d wash me, Christie, boy," he said.
"So He will, Master Treffy," said Christie; "He never sends anybody away."
"Ay, but I"m an old man, Christie, and I"ve been a sinner all my life, and I"ve done some such bad things, Christie. I never knew it till this last week, but I know it now. It"s not likely He"ll ever wash my sins; they"re ever such big ones, Christie."
"Oh! but He will," said Christie, eagerly; "that"s just what the clergyman said; there"s a word in the text for you, Master Treffy: "The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from _all_ sin." All sin, all sin, Master Treffy; won"t that do?"
"All sin," murmured old Treffy; "all sin! yes, Christie, I think that _will_ do."
There was a pause after this. Christie sat still, looking into the fire.
Then he said suddenly,--
"Master Treffy, let"s go right away now and ask Him."
"Ask who?" said old Treffy, "the clergyman?"
"No," said Christie, "the Lord Jesus. He"s in the room,--the minister said He was. Let"s ask Him to wash you and me, just now, Master Treffy."
"Ay!" said old Treffy, "let"s ask Him, Christie." So the old man and the boy knelt down, and, with a strong realization of the Lord"s near presence, little Christie prayed:--
"O Lord Jesus, we come to Thee, me and Master Treffy: we"ve got lots of sins to be washed, but the minister said you wouldn"t send us away, and the text says _all_ sin. We think it means us, Lord Jesus, me and Master Treffy. Please wash us white; we want to go to "Home, sweet Home:"
please wash us in the blood to-night. Amen."
Then old Treffy took up the words, and in a trembling voice added,--
"Amen, Lord; wash us both, me and Christie, wash us white. Please do.
Amen."
And then they got up from their knees, and Christie said,--
"We may go to bed now, Master Treffy, for I"m sure He"s done it for us."
Thus the man at the gate had received both the trembling old man and the little child, and as they had entered in they had heard a gracious voice very deep down in their hearts, saying to each of them again and again, "Be of good cheer, thy sins are forgiven thee."
CHAPTER VII.
LITTLE MABEL"S SNOWDROPS.
The next morning Christie woke with a happy heart, for he remembered his last night"s prayer, and in his simple faith he had taken the Lord at His word, and had believed that the blood of Jesus Christ had cleansed him from all sin.