<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></SPAN>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
<h3>THE ONLY WAY INTO "HOME, SWEET HOME."</h3>
<p>That week was a very long and sorrowful one to Treffy and to Christie.
The old man seldom spoke, except to murmur the sad words of the hymn, or
to say to Christie in a despairing voice,—</p>
<p>"It's all up with me, Christie, boy; no home for me."</p>
<p>The barrel-organ was quite neglected by Treffy. Christie took it out in
the daytime, but at night it stood against the wall untouched. Treffy
could not bear to hear it now. Christie had begun to turn it one
evening, but the first tune it had played was "Home, sweet Home," and
Treffy had said bitterly,—</p>
<p>"Don't play that, Christie, boy; there's no 'Home, sweet home,' for me;
I shall never have a home again, never again."</p>
<p>So Treffy had nothing to comfort him. Even his old organ seemed to have
taken part against him; even his dear old organ, which he had loved so
much, had helped to make him more miserable.</p>
<p>The doctor had looked into the attic again according to his promise, but
he said there was nothing to be done for Treffy; it was only a question
of time, no medicine could save his life.</p>
<p>It was a very terrible thing for old Treffy thus to be slipping away,
each day the chain of his life becoming looser and looser, and he
drawing nearer each day to—he knew not what.</p>
<p>Treffy and Christie were counting anxiously the days to Sunday, when
they would hear about the second verse of the hymn. Perhaps after all
there might be some hope, some way into the bright city, some entrance
into "Home, sweet Home," through which even old Treffy's sin-stained
soul might pass.</p>
<p>And at last Sunday came. It was a wet, rainy night, the wind was high
and stormy, and the little congregation in the mission-room was smaller
than usual. But there was an earnest purpose in the faces of many who
came, and the clergyman, as he looked round at the little company when
he gave out his text, felt that many of them had not come from mere
curiosity, but from an honest desire to hear the Word of God. And he
lifted up his heart in very earnest prayer, that to many in that room
the Word which he was about to speak might be a lasting blessing.</p>
<p>The mission-room was very still when the minister gave out his text.
Little Christie's eyes were fixed intently on him, and he listened
eagerly for every word.</p>
<p>The text was this: "The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us
from all sin."</p>
<p>The clergyman first reminded them of his last Sunday's sermon, of the
bright golden city where they all longed to be. He reminded them of the
first verse of the hymn:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"There is a city bright,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Closed are its gates to sin."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>And then he asked very gently and tenderly, "Is there any one in this
room who has come here to-night longing to know of some way in which he,
a sinner, can enter the city? Is there such an one here?"</p>
<p>"Ay," said little Christie under his breath; "there's me."</p>
<p>"I will try, by God's help, to show you the way," said the clergyman.
"You and I have sinned. One sin is enough to shut us out of heaven, but
we have sinned not only once, but hundreds of thousands of times; our
souls are covered with sin stains. But there is one thing, and only one,
by which the soul can be made white and clear and pure. My text tells us
what it is,—'The blood of Jesus Christ.'"</p>
<p>Then the clergyman went on to explain how it is that the blood of Jesus
can wash out sin. He spoke of the death of Jesus on Calvary, of the
fountain He opened there for sin and for uncleanness. He explained to
them that Jesus was God's Son, and that therefore His blood which He
shed on the cross is of infinite value. He told them that, since that
day on Calvary, thousands had come to the fountain, and each one had
come out of it whiter than snow, every spot of sin gone.</p>
<p>The clergyman told them, that when these washed ones reached the gates
of pearl, they were thrown wide open to them, for there was no sin-mark
on their souls, they were free from sin. And then he looked very
earnestly indeed, and leaning forward he pleaded with his little
congregation to come to the blood that they might be washed and
cleansed. He begged them to use the second verse of the hymn, and to say
from the bottom of their hearts:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Saviour, I come to Thee,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O Lamb of God, I pray,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wash all my sins away."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"There is one little word in my text," said the minister, "which is a
great comfort to me. I mean the word <i>all</i>. All sin. That takes in every
bad word, every bad thought, every bad action. That takes in the
blackest blot, the darkest stain, the deepest spot. All sin, each sin,
every sin. No sin too bad for the blood to reach, no sin too great for
the blood to cover. And now," said the minister, "every soul in this
room is either saved or unsaved, either washed or not washed.</p>
<p>"Let me ask you, my dear friends, a very solemn question: Is the sin or
the blood on your soul? One or the other must be there. Which is it?"</p>
<p>The clergyman paused a moment when he had asked this question, and the
room was so still that a falling pin might have been heard. There were
deep searchings of heart in that little company. And Christie was saying
deep down in his heart:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i1">"Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wash all my sins away."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The minister finished his sermon by entreating them all that very night
to come to the fountain. Oh, how earnestly he pleaded with them to delay
no longer, but to say at once, "Saviour, I come to Thee." He begged them
to go home, and in their own rooms to kneel down, feeling that Jesus was
standing close beside them. "That is <i>coming</i> to Jesus," the minister
said. He told them to tell Jesus all, to turn all the sin over to Him,
to ask Him to cover it all with His blood, so that that very night they
might lie down to sleep whiter than snow.</p>
<p>"Will you do this?" asked the clergyman, anxiously; "will you?"</p>
<p>And little Christie said in his heart, "Yes, that I will."</p>
<p>As the congregation left, the clergyman stood at the door, and gave a
friendly word to each one as they passed by. He looked very tired and
anxious after his sermon. It had been preached with much prayer and with
much feeling, and he was longing, oh, so earnestly, to know that it had
been blessed to one soul.</p>
<p>There were some amongst the little congregation who passed by him with
serious, thoughtful faces, and as each one went by he breathed an
earnest prayer that the seed in that soul might spring up and bring
forth fruit. But there were others again who had already begun to talk
to their neighbors, and who seemed to have forgotten all they had heard.
And these filled the young minister's heart with sorrow. "Is the seed
lost, dear Lord?" he said, faithlessly. For he was very tired and weary;
and when the body is weak, our faith is apt to grow weak also.</p>
<p>But there was something in Christie's face as he passed out of the room
which made the clergyman call him back and speak to him. He had noticed
the boy's attention during the sermon, and he longed to hear whether he
had understood what he had heard.</p>
<p>"My boy," said the minister kindly, laying his hand on Christie's
shoulder, "can you tell me what my text was to-night?"</p>
<p>Christie repeated it very correctly, and the clergyman seemed pleased.
He asked Christie several more questions about the sermon, and then he
encouraged the boy to talk to him. Christie told him of old Treffy, who
had only another month to live, and who was longing to know how he might
go to "Home, sweet Home." The clergyman promised to come and see him,
and wrote down the name of the court and the number of the house in his
little brown pocket-book. And before Christie went home the clergyman
knelt down with him in the empty mission-room, and prayed that that very
night the dear Lord would wash Christie's soul in His most precious
blood.</p>
<p>Christie walked away very thoughtfully, but still very gladly, for he
had good news for old Treffy to-night. He quickened his steps as he drew
near the court, and he ran up the stairs to the attic, eager to tell all
to the poor old man.</p>
<p>"Oh, Master Treffy!" said Christie; "I've had such a time! It was
beautiful, Master Treffy, and the clergyman's been talking to me, and
he's coming to see you; he's coming here," said Christie triumphantly.</p>
<p>But Treffy was longing for better news than this.</p>
<p>"What about 'Home, sweet Home,' Christie?" he asked.</p>
<p>"There <i>is</i> a way, Master Treffy," said Christie. "You and me can't get
in with our sins, but 'The blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son, cleanseth
us from all sin.' That's in the Bible, Master Treffy, and it was the
clergyman's text."</p>
<p>"Tell me all about it, Christie," Treffy said, in a tremulous voice.</p>
<p>"There's nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash away the sin, Master
Treffy," said Christie, "and you and me have just got to go to Him and
ask Him, and He'll do it for us to-night; the clergyman said so. I've
learnt another verse of the hymn, Master Treffy," said Christie,
kneeling down beside him and repeating it reverently:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Saviour, I come to Thee,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O Lamb of God, I pray,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Cleanse me and save me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wash all my sins away."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>Treffy repeated the words after him in a trembling voice.</p>
<p>"I wish He'd wash me, Christie, boy," he said.</p>
<p>"So He will, Master Treffy," said Christie; "He never sends anybody
away."</p>
<p>"Ay, but I'm an old man, Christie, and I've been a sinner all my life,
and I've done some such bad things, Christie. I never knew it till this
last week, but I know it now. It's not likely He'll ever wash my sins;
they're ever such big ones, Christie."</p>
<p>"Oh! but He will," said Christie, eagerly; "that's just what the
clergyman said; there's a word in the text for you, Master Treffy: 'The
blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from <i>all</i> sin.' All sin,
all sin, Master Treffy; won't that do?"</p>
<p>"All sin," murmured old Treffy; "all sin! yes, Christie, I think that
<i>will</i> do."</p>
<p>There was a pause after this. Christie sat still, looking into the fire.
Then he said suddenly,—</p>
<p>"Master Treffy, let's go right away now and ask Him."</p>
<p>"Ask who?" said old Treffy, "the clergyman?"</p>
<p>"No," said Christie, "the Lord Jesus. He's in the room,—the minister
said He was. Let's ask Him to wash you and me, just now, Master Treffy."</p>
<p>"Ay!" said old Treffy, "let's ask Him, Christie." So the old man and the
boy knelt down, and, with a strong realization of the Lord's near
presence, little Christie prayed:—</p>
<p>"O Lord Jesus, we come to Thee, me and Master Treffy: we've got lots of
sins to be washed, but the minister said you wouldn't send us away, and
the text says <i>all</i> sin. We think it means us, Lord Jesus, me and Master
Treffy. Please wash us white; we want to go to 'Home, sweet Home:'
please wash us in the blood to-night. Amen."</p>
<p>Then old Treffy took up the words, and in a trembling voice added,—</p>
<p>"Amen, Lord; wash us both, me and Christie, wash us white. Please do.
Amen."</p>
<p>And then they got up from their knees, and Christie said,—</p>
<p>"We may go to bed now, Master Treffy, for I'm sure He's done it for us."</p>
<p>Thus the man at the gate had received both the trembling old man and the
little child, and as they had entered in they had heard a gracious voice
very deep down in their hearts, saying to each of them again and again,
"Be of good cheer, thy sins are forgiven thee."</p>
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