Christmas Evans, the Preacher of Wild Wales: His country, his times, and his contemporariesHood, Edwin Paxton
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Christmas Evans, the Preacher of Wild Wales: His country, his times, and his contemporaries
Hood, Edwin Paxton
Evans, Christmas, 1766-1838
_Christ is a fruitful tree_. “The tree is known by his fruit. Men do
not gather grapes of thorns, nor figs of thistles. Every good tree
bringeth forth good fruit, and every evil tree bringeth forth evil
fruit.” This is a singular, supernatural tree. Though its top reaches
to the Heaven of heavens, its branches fill the universe, and bend down
to the earth, laden with the precious fruits of pardon, and holiness, and
eternal life. On the day of Pentecost, we see them hang so low over
Jerusalem, that the very murderers of the Son of God reach, and pluck,
and eat, and three thousand sinners feast on more than angels’ food.
That was the feast of first-fruits. Never before was there such a
harvest and such a festival. Angels know nothing of the delicious fruits
of the tree of redemption. They know nothing of the joy of pardon, and
the spirit of adoption. The Bride of the Lamb alone can say:—“As the
apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the
sons. I sat down under his shadow, with great delight, and his fruit was
sweet, to my taste. He brought me also to his banqueting-house, and his
banner over me was love.”
These blessings are the precious effects of Christ’s mediatorial work;
flowing down to all believers, like streams of living water. Come, ye
famishing souls, and take, without money, and without price. All things
are now ready. “The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all
manner of pleasant fruits, both new, and old.” Here is no scarcity. Our
Elder Brother keeps a rich table in our Father’s house. Hear Him
proclaiming in the streets of the city, in the chief places of
concourse:—“Come to the festival. There is bread enough, and to spare.
My oxen, and my fatlings are killed. My board is spread with the most
delicious delicacies—wine on the lees well refined, and fruits such as
angels never tasted.”
_Christ is a tree of protection to His people_. This cedar not only
beautifies the forest, but also affords shade, and shelter for the fowls
of the air. We have the same idea in the parable of the mustard-seed,
“The birds of the air came and lodged in the branches thereof.” This is
the fulfilment of the promise concerning Shiloh, “To Him shall the
gathering of the people be.” It is the drawing of sinners to Christ, and
the union of believers with God. “All fowl of every wing.” Sinners of
every age, and every degree—sinners of all languages, colours, and
climes—sinners of all principles, customs, and habits—sinners whose
crimes are of the blackest hue—sinners carrying about them the savour of
the brimstone of hell—sinners deserving eternal damnation—sinners
perishing for lack of knowledge—sinners pierced by the arrows of
conviction—sinners ready to sink under the burden of sin—sinners
overwhelmed with terror and despair—are seen flying to Christ as a cloud,
and as doves to their windows—moving to the ark of mercy before the door
is shut—seeking rest in the shadow of this goodly cedar!
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