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You each live, day by day, because others sacrifice and suffer and die for you.

You can scarcely help yourself even if you would; for dependence upon the sacrifice of some one is a necessity of civilized life.

As you sit with your family before the cheerful coal fire in the grate, did you ever once reflect that you have that blessing only because multitudes of men spend their lives underground in the depths of coal mines, covered with filth, and constantly exposed to pestilence and explosion and death?

You travel over land and sea, and ship your goods and grain and cattle at a great speed; but the engineers and firemen and brakemen who drive the trains and handle the cars are prematurely cut off.

Their lives are shortened to serve you.

The man who blows the glass that lets the health-giving and cheerful light into your homes knows that the number of his days will be lessened.

The metallic goods, gold and silver and plated, and steel and iron ware, are made by workmen who will sooner or later be killed by the dust they must inhale, and the necessary dangers of their occupations.

1 have seen the pale workmen making these goods, wearing sponges over their nostrils.

But nothing wholly avails.

You want the goods; they die to make them.

You go to your stores and buy beautiful fabrics and ready-made apparel.

You marvel at their cheapness,, but always want them a little cheaper.

They are cheap — cruelly, wickedly cheap — because the work was undersold and underlet; undersold to you at the price of the cheap life-breath of suffering mortals — poor men and women compelled to labor by the necessities of their lot, and crushed to death by the competition and rivalry of trade while they stitched and embroidered for you, it was as Tom Hood wrote in his immortal poem:

“Stitch, stitch, stitch, In poverty, hunger and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt”

And so remember, with at least a little humane pity, when you buy and wear these wondrously cheap things, remember

“O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you’re wearing out,

But human creatures’ lives.”

The makers of certain kinds of lace must work in very dim light, and always go blind.

In our great iron-mills, by an explosion or the bursting of a pot, men are often roasted alive by a great mass of molten metal.

City, policemen are shot down in the defense of other people’s homes, and city firemen are often burned to death to keep the property of others from being burned.

The pioneers of civilization cut down the forests, drain the swamps and the marshes, fight wild beasts and savages, and die doing it; but others who come after them enter into the fruits of their labors, and enjoy what they have wrought.

Probably a thousand men will lay down their lives for every mile of our isthmus canal; but the Nation wants it, the world needs it, and they die to give it to us.

And so on endlessly.

We may, by Christian effort, alleviate this suffering somewhat, and thus mitigate some of the sternness of this law of sacrifice; but still it will remain, woven, dark and cruel though it seems to be, into the very fabric of our being, our progress, and our civilization.

II.

Let us now consider the voluntary sacrifice.

This is the brighter side.

There is now something Divine in its purpose and holy in its results, and we are able, partially at least, to understand it.

The generous, the unselfish, the pure, the holy, lavish themselves upon the base and the unthankful.

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DYING TO LIVE

A Baccalaureate Sermon Before the Graduating Class of Texas Holiness University, June 11, l905.

John 12:23-28 “And Jesus answered them saying, The hour is come, that the Son of man should be glorified.

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a grain of wheat fall into the earth and die, it abideth by itself alone; but if it die, it beareth much fruit.

He that loveth his life loseth it, and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.

If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will the Father honour.

Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say?

Father, save me from this hour.

But for this cause came I unto this hour.

Father, glorify thy name.”

This passage is one of the most complete statements in the whole Word of God of the dignity and glory of self-sacrifice.

The truth is here put with all the Savior’s inimitable art of statement.

Our thoughts are brought to consider the great law of sacrifice which, now dark and forbidding, and now radiant and glorious, runs through the whole creation of God.

It is a law without which society could not hold together nor our race live; without which, indeed, the whole animal kingdom would become extinct.

We shrink from sacrifice if we are base and selfish.

We are drawn toward it if, and just so far as, we are noble.

It is at once so difficult and so satisfying!

so radically opposed to our innate selfishness, and so inseparably connected with our highest sympathies and noblest impulses!

It is enshrined in our affections as connected with the life of Him who is the center of our faith.

It is intimately interwoven with the highest theory and practice of Christian ethics.

We must, therefore, in our religious study and meditations give this theme of sacrifice more than ordinary attention.

We must study it; we must question it; we must wrestle with it until the gloom of its darkness changes into the radiance of its brighter aspects, and it gives us a blessing as its shadows flee away.

I. Then let us look at its dark side — involuntary sacrifice.

How very dark it is!

The constant suffering!

The necessary pain!

The inevitable sacrifice of beautiful, glorious life in innumerable ways, to sate the insatiable maw, not of death, but of other life!

It has been so from the beginning of earth’s history.

The rocks which we unearth today have their fossil remains, skeleton inside of skeleton, mute witnesses of what transpired on the primeval earth.

Life everywhere fed upon life, one creature being sacrificed to keep another creature alive.

And the same dark, mysterious spectacle is witnessed around us every hour.

From the lowest form of insect life, through all grades of being up to man, we behold one preying upon another.

Sometimes an insect carries about the germ of another attached to its back, that will in time take its life.

We behold the feeble and the little sacrificed to the appetite of the large and the strong.

Insects are consumed by other insects, by reptiles and by birds.

The mouse and the sparrow are the ordained food of the hawk.

The smaller fish are eaten by the larger.

The lamb is the prey of the fox and the wolf.

The kid is pounced upon by the eagle.

The antelope is devoured by the leopard, and the lion and the tiger leap upon the o 10:They all live by sacrificing each other and cannot live without it.

Man! he, too, lives by the slaughter of innocents, and the vastest and most costly sacrifices are made to satisfy his carnivorous appetites.

Man in a real sense lives upon his fellowman.

I refer not now to cannibalism, nor to the way in which human lives and human interests are often sacrificed to the selfish ambition, or the grasping avarice, or the cruel hate, or the devouring lusts of men.

I refer only to thin the sufferings of others, and stand between them and the normal results of their wrong-doing.

All our voluntary benevolent societies that labor among the poor and vicious, all our free hospitals and charitable institutions, our friendly inns, social settlements, temperance and missionary organizations, are so many proofs that the provident and the good are voluntarily bearing the burdens of the vicious.

Somebody must cure these public evils that make society rotten.

Somebody must rescue the children that are born in haunts of vice.

Somebody must forget ease and self-indulgence, and put a precious home behind him and go after the drunkard, the criminal and the abandoned, or society is undone.

Yes, some, at times, must enter the ranks and brave their bosoms to the missiles of death, and consent to be mowed down by the privation and sickness of the camp that liberty may not perish, that nations may live.

And glorious as this patriotic sacrifice is, you can find sweeter and quite as noble vicarious sacrifice in the quiet obscurity of home and daily life, unnoted of men, and appreciated by and known only to God.

There are parents caring for unworthy children, sitting with them through long days and weary nightwatches in illness, bearing their needless sorrows in thankless sympathy and service, and agonizing over their wretched sins.

I have known an elder sister, by far the most gifted mind in the family, to care for a sick mother for twelve long years, and care for the home and the father; and then she helped three brothers and a sister to an education, putting two of them through college, working for years from early morning till midnight to do it, her own mind and heart hungering for the opportunity, she was giving to them, until she was broken in health by the cruel strain.

And then she was flung aside by those whom she had served.

I sometimes think the shining sun looks upon nothing more Divine among men than such sister-love.

Now, you take all these noblest acts of benevolence, all these voluntary immolations of self for the good of others which human history affords, fashion them together into one harmonious whole then lift them up into infinite exaltation, and you have none other than the Character of God Himself as He stands related to sinful and suffering man — the God of vicarious sacrifice, THE GOD OF LOVE.

III.

We see in Jesus the interpretation and perfect illustration of this Divine law of sacrifice.

Hear the blessed words of the text: “Jesus answered them, saying, The hour is Come that the Son of man should be glorified.

Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a grain of wheat fall into the ground and die it abideth alone: but if it die it bringeth forth much fruit.

Now is my soul troubled.

And what shall I say?

Father, save me from this hour.

But for this cause came I unto this hour.

Father, glorify thy name.”

HERE, YOU SEE, IS THE INCARNATE GOD BOWING DOWN SUBMISSIVE TO HIS OWN SACRED LAW OF SACRIFICE.