As I opened my door one morning, I found on the steps a handbill advertising a wondrous preparation for the removal of all stains in cloth—sure to do it—never known to fail.”
I read it, and thought of other stains more foul—stains that had struck into the textures of life, and left a sorry mark upon soul and character—guilty stains. Who is without some of these?
O, what effort is made to keep them out of sight cover them up—washing “with nitre!” But the spots stick; they will not come out. Much management may keep them out of others’ sight that the garment of life is made to look tolerably respectable; but, alas! they glare out, and bring discomfort and terror. One’s very effort to conceal them often makes them the more prominent, and directs attention to them.
Now, what a sale might be made of some mixture that would “take out the stains of sin.” What a market it would find!
Is there anything that will do this?
Yes, a fountain, and—
“Sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.”
Is it near?
Yes, close at hand; always accessible.
Is it costly?
“Without money and without price.” None so poor but may wash here and be clean.
Where is it? What is it?
“THE BLOOD OE JESUS CHRIST, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.”
Dear reader, will you try it? If you try it, you will find to your joyful satisfaction that it will just meet your need—the very thing you want.
Won’t you come to that fountain? Come now, and you will sing,
“Happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away!”
ML 05/17/1936