his planet is Rubens'
"Scourging of Christ." Painter's pencil loves to sketch the face of
Christ. Sculptor's chisel loves to present the form of Christ. Organs
love to roll forth the sorrows of Christ.

The first time you go to London go into the Dore picture gallery. As I
went and sat down before "Christ Descending the Steps of the
Praetorium," at the first I was disappointed. I said: "There isn't
enough majesty in that countenance, not enough tenderness in that
eye;" but as I sat and looked at the picture it grew upon me until I
was overwhelmed with its power, and I staggered with emotion as I went
out into the fresh air, and said; "Oh, for that Christ I must live,
and for that Christ I must be willing to die!" Make that Christ your
personal friend, my sister, my brother. You may never go to Milan to
see Da Vinci's "Last Supper;" but, better than that, you can have
Christ come and sup with you. You may never get to Antwerp to see
Rubens' "Descent of Christ from the Cross," but you can have Christ
come down from the mountain of His suffering into your heart and abide
there forever. Oh, you must have Him! We are all so diseased with sin
that we want that which hurts us, and we won't have that which cures
us. The best thing for you and for me to do to-day is to get down on
our bended knees before God and say: "Oh, Almighty Son of God, I am
blind! I want to see. My arms are palsied. I want to take hold of thy
cross. Have mercy on me, O Lord Jesus!" Why will you live on husks
when you may sit down to this white bread of heaven? Oh, with such a
God, and with such a Christ, and with such a Holy Spirit, and with
such an immortal nature, wake up!

Once more, I was impressed greatly on the other side the sea with the
wonderful triumphs of the Christian religion. The tide is rising, the
tide of moral and spiritual prosperity in the world. I think that any
man who keeps his eyes open, traveling in foreign lands, will come to
that conclusion. More Bibles than ever before, more churches, more
consecrated men and women, more people ready to be martyrs now than
ever before, if need be; so that instead of there being, as people
sometimes say, less spirit of martyrdom now than ever before, I
believe where there was once one martyr there would be a thousand
martyrs if the fires were kindled--men ready to go through flood and
fire for Christ's sake. Oh, the signs are promising! The world is on
the way to millennial brightness. All art,