I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS OBJECTS: A Block with the Word "My Sins" Painted on It, Another Block with the Words "Jesus" Marked on It= This lesson illustrates the truth that our sins were laid on Jesus. He bore them in his own body on the tree. This is the old Bible doctrine that Christ took our place on the cross, and took upon himself the penalty that our sins had brought on our souls. "This is Jesus, King of the Jews," Pilate caused to be written and nailed over the cross. We take down the superscription and in its place put up another which reads, "He died for me," and under this line write our own name. This is how we illustrate this truth. Place in the hollow of your hand the block marked "Sin." Cause the block to be painted black, because sin is a deadly thing. "The wages of sin is death." It is the mark of death. As you hold the sin block in your hand you say: "Sin is now on me. I must bear my own sins." Bunyan was right, according to the Scriptures, when he made Pilgrim carry a burden. It was a heavy load, and Pilgrim exclaimed, "Who shall deliver me?" He felt his sin was on him, and it was a burden too heavy for him to carry. "Who will help?" Send out the S.O.S. call, which being translated in the terms of the gospel means, "Save, oh save!" "Shall we hide it or try to forget it?" Suiting your action to your words you place the block in your pocket, and you think since it is hidden it has been taken away. But the angels saw you hide it. God's great eye is fixed on it. It won't sink out of sight. Sin is a sticky thing. It hangs around. An old sailor, who in his young days had been a smuggler, and had been in prison for the offense, said: "One day there was a revenue cutter heading straight for us, and we had on board a cargo of tobacco. Well, if we were caught we knew every man of us would go to jail, the ship would be sunk, and the tobacco confiscated. So we pitched the stuff overboard as fast as we could. When this was done, the captain sent up the cabin-boy to report the approach of the cutter. In an instant he was down-stairs again, his face as white as a sheet, and gasping for breath. 'What is it,' said the captain. 'The tobacco is overboard, but it won't sink!' said the boy. Yes, there was the tobacco floating all around the ship, proclaiming our guilt." No, sin won't sink. It won't stay hid. We cannot be separated from our sins in that way. Take it out of the pocket and say: "The almighty eye of the Great Father can see the contents of our pockets and discover the hiding-place of our sins." Hold the block in the hand and say: "Still the sin is on me. What shall I do to be saved? It will sink me into the darkness of the next world, I shall be lost forever."