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Out of Darkness, Into Light.

Out of Darkness, Into Light.

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"A man that is called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, and said unto me. Go to the pool of Siloam, and wash : and I went and washed, and I received sight." — John ix. 11.
"A man that is called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, and said unto me. Go to the pool of Siloam, and wash : and I went and washed, and I received sight." — John ix. 11.

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OUT OF DARKESS, ITO LIGHT.
BY REV. JOH McElLL
"A man that is called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, andsaid unto me. Go to the pool of Siloam, and wash : and I went andwashed, and I received sight." — John ix. 11.If I mention this morning, dear friends, that I am tired,having only retmrned yesterday afternoon from evangelisticmeetings, held twice a day in Bristol, during the past week,I only mention it in order that you and I may fall back upon the Eternal Strength that is never exhausted, andnever grows weary. And now to business.Here is a man telling us what is always an interestingthing. In a long row of books that I looked at the otherday on a bookstall, looking only on the outside of them, theone that fastened my eyes most and guided my hand to liftit, and at any rate open it, was one bearing the title on theoutside, " The Story of My Life."ow, here in this text is the title of the story told atlength in the ninth chapter of John. We shall not go intoVol. III.— o. 23.346 " OUT OP DAEKESS, ITO LIGHT."all his story, but only look for a little at this condensed,this brief epitome of his life here and hereafter. This is thefirst volume — nay, it is even less than that, it is the meretitle-page ; and yet, how much is in it ! There can be noend, surely, to the life, and no end to the story, the firsthours of which have such marvels in them. " A man thatis called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, and saidunto me. Go to the pool of Siloam, and wash : and I wentand washed, and I received sight." Well, now, does it notstrike you that that represents substantially the simple yetsublime Gospel always? The central idea of all storiesworth telling, is the Person and Power of the Man ChristJesus.
 
" 'Tis known in earth and heaven too ;'Tis sweet to me because 'tis true ;• The old, old story is ever new — Tell me more about Jesus." ;If you begin to tell me the story of your life, and if, beforeyou get very far into it, you do not mention His name, Iassure you my interest — aye. Heaven's interest — is be-ginning to wane already. You may have travelled in manylands ; you may have been greatly good, or you may havebeen greatly bad ; you may have been vastly clever, or youmay have been vastly dull; or you may have, to all appear-ance, been just an ordinary jog-trot person. But if you donot, before you are talking long on the story of your life, — if your tongue does not almost instinctively, and withouteffort, slip out His name, then you are to a great manypeople like "a heathen man and a publican"; you havereally nothing to tell. Where, in all the world, have you"OUT OF DARKESS, ITO LIGHT." 347lived ? Where were you brought up ? Out of what nestdid you come ? I am reminded of the grotesquely-mingledhumour and -pathos of Bret Harte's miner, who seemedto think everybody should know " Flynn of Virginia."And why ? Simply because Flynn had saved that miner'slife at the expense of his own. The man who " didn't knowFlynn " was to him a weary ignoramus indeed. I tell you,that of all " ferlies " — as they say across the Tweed — allwonderful things, the wonder will fade away if the wonderof the wonder — the centre of the interest is not this : " A«man called Jesus." Stanley's wonderful tale, it will go intothe dust of ages and never be heard of, unless, somehow,there is in the middle of it this light that never dirns, theame of Jesus.** Jesus ! the ame high over all,. . In earth, or hell, or sky,Angels and men before Him fall.
 
And devils fear and fly."Yes, this blind beggar strikes the great key-note of allhistory: " a man that is called Jesus." ow, I want tobring it close to you and myself, to this collection of individuals gathered from all over London. Begin totell your story ; take up the pen ; there is a clean page ;could you write one page of lasting interest without comingon something like this : " The day of your conversion ;the day of the upper light breaking in ; the day when theweariness, when the beggary and hopelessness, when allthat was adverse, lifted and shifted, and you began to be aman, and to go ahead ?— and the explanation is : "A man348 " OUT OF DAUKESS, ITO LIGHT."that is called Jesus " came into living contact with your-self, and history, and destiny." A man that is called Jesus." And we will never get tothe end ; eternity will not exhaust the tales that that Jesushas made to be told. It will be one of the delights upyonder; there will be a sameness, and yet a perpetualvariety that will for ever prevent monotony. There v^illbe a monotone, the monotone being Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.But just as my voice is different in timbre, and resonance,and register from yours, even so will your way of tellingHis name be different from mine. All music, let it be thesimplest ditty or the greatest anthem, is written and com-posed upon the usual lines and spaces of the stave. Butwhat wonderful variations music has ! So that man givesus the lines and spaces of all music that is worth singing,right on to the anthems that in cyclones burst about theheavens. "A man that is called Jesus." That is theclef, and the key-note, and the staff. Up and down, inthere, somehow, it is bound to ring and swing. " A manthat is called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, andsaid unto me. Go to Siloam, and wash : and I went andwashed, and came seeing."Further, notice in this man's story, not only the greatcentral figure, the Lord Jesus Christ, God's Son, hereamong us to undo all the mischief that was born in us,and born with us ; hereditary, inveterate evil, to ^tndo itwhere it is most terribly done and felt ; but, see how : — 

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