THE SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
By John Nevins Andrews
I HAVE just read this little tract by Sr. White, and I could wish that every person who could read at all would do the same. The editor of a leading Advent paper has stated through his editorial columns that Sr. W. was possessed with a demon. The Jews anciently said this of Christ. But others among them said, “These are not the words of him that hath a devil.” I repeated this saying when I had read the tract. I even thought that the editor aforesaid would be constrained to utter those very words were he to read the tract. Indeed it would be much in place for him to do this in the same public manner that he has made the charge. I need not ask the readers of the REVIEW to give this tract their careful attention; but I will ask them to put it in the hands of their neighbors and friends, and of such as they may feel an interest to benefit. Indeed I would be very glad to have every person in our land read this little tract. I am sure that our candid opponents, however decided their opposition, would be favorably impressed by its perusal. And I cannot but think that even the bitterness of some of our unreadable assailants would be mitigated at least for a season were they to read this tract. And now I beg of those who read this little work to consider what the religion of the Bible cost its Author. And can you ever have eternal life if you make no sacrifice for him? He did all this for thee; what hast thou done for him? Ask yourselves the question seriously: Do I know anything of this kind of religion? Have I Christ's religion, or have I the religion of conscience? Have I made a sacrifice of everything for him, or is it my study to gain Heaven at the least possible expense to myself? Very few persons know anything of the real spirit of the Christian religion. How is it, reader, with yourself? If Christ should save only such as share in the spirit that led him to die for sinful men, how many of us would be saved? How much of the spirit of sacrifice have we ever exhibited in our lives? “Seeking thee his worn feet hasted;
On the cross his soul death tasted;
Let such labor not be wasted.”
J. N. ANDREWS.