THE sun’s rays call forth the savor both of flowers and of ditches. And so it is with the gospel which testifies of Jesus. The name of Christ brings out the secrets of men’s hearts. Some bound up with joy and sweetness at the mention of that Name; their souls, like pleasant odors of spring flowers, are stirred by His love. But, alas, the holiness, the purity of that Name calls out the hatred of the heart in others. “I hate that Name,” said one, not long since. The foulness and rise offensiveness of the evil heart of unbelief moves in dislike under the rays of His love.