GETHSEMAE, ROSE GARDE OF GOD
By WILLIAM ROBERTSO ICOLLBorn in 1851Without shedding of blood is no — Heb. ix., 22.1HAD a strange feeling, dear brethren, thismorning, in busy London, on a week-day,in the sunshine, reading these words fromthe Epistle to the Hebrews; and it struck methat some few would think they were strangelyantique, that they contrasted violently withyour morning newspapers. And then it passedthrough my mind again that there could notbe anything so vitally modern, so close andquick to the moment in London as just mytext — ' ' Without shedding of blood there is no ' — no anything; nothing; no mighty result,no achievement, no triumph, no high thingaccomplished without shedding of blood. Thatis just on the lowest plane what we are get-ting to know as a nation, and if we are taughtit as Christians, then we shall come to knowat last what Christianity means.Dear brethren, life is just our chance of making this great and strange discovery, thatwithout shedding of blood there is nothing,nothing at all. How do young people begin,most of them? They begin by doing little ornothing; they begin by trifling. And thenthey begin to find that they are not makingprogress. And if so, they are wise, graduallythey put more strength into it; and thenmore, till at last they have put all theirstrength into it. And then they say theyhave not succeeded, have not gained their point.And they say, Wliat have we got to do now?