Our Matchless Christ
"I hate the devil and his evil works so much that I am going to fight him until I have no more strength, then I am going to bite him until I have no more teeth, then I am going to gum him until I die."
There is no name like His. It is more inspiring
than Caesar's, more musical than Beethoven's, more patient than Lincoln's.
The name of Jesus throbs with life, weeps with all pathos, groans with
all pains, stoops with all love. Its breath is laden with perfume.
Who like Jesus can pity a homeless orphan? Who like Jesus can welcome a prodigal back home? Who like Jesus can make a drunkard sober? Who like Jesus can illuminate a cemetery plowed with graves? Who like Jesus can make a queen unto God out of a lost woman of the street? Who like Jesus can catch the tears of human sorrow in His bowl? Who like Jesus can kiss away our sorrow?
I struggle for a metaphor with which to express
Jesus. He is not like the bursting forth of an orchestra; that is too loud
and it may be out of tune. He is not like a sea when lashed into a rage
by a storm; that is too boisterous. He is not like a mountain wreathed
in lightening, canopied with snow; that is too solitary and remote.
He entered the evangelistic field as Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman's assistant, and two years later launched the first of a long series of famous campaigns which took him to all parts of the country. Statistics on these meetings are staggering. His 1917 campaign in New York City ran for ten weeks, and the freewill offering amounted to $102,482. Mr. Sunday gave the entire amount to overseas work among American soldiers. He gave his $68,284 Chicago collection to the Pacific Garden Mission as a thank-offering for his conversion there. Mr. Sunday died in 1935.
Some frowned on Billy Sunday's spectacular
methods, but the crowds thronged to hear him and it is doubtful whether
any other evangelist ever addressed such multitudes. Tabernacles were built
for him in many cities, and hundreds of thousands of persons found, through
his ministry, the Matchless Christ whom Billy Sunday loved so well.