I n the spring of 1898, I was leading some gospel meetings in San Francisco, and several times addressed the Jews attending a "Mission to Israel." On one occasion, having concluded my discourse, the meeting was thrown open for discussion with any Hebrews who desired to ask questions or state difficulties, as also for any who had been brought to Christ to relate their conversions.
The experience of one elderly Jewish gentleman interested me greatly, and as nearly as I can, I give his remarks in his own words, though not attempting to preserve the inimitable Hebrew-English dialect.
He said: "This is Passover week among you, my Jewish brethren, and as I sat here, I was thinking how you will be observing it. You will have put away all leaven from your houses; you will eat the 'matzoth' (unleavened wafers) and the 'lamb bone'. You will attend the synagogue services, and carry out the ritual and directions of the Talmud; but you forget, my brethren, that you have everything but which Jehovah required first of all. He did not say, 'When I see the leaven put away, or when I see you eat the matzoth, or the lamb, or go to the synagogue'; but His word was, 'When I see the blood I will pass over you.' Ah, my brethren, you can substitute nothing for this. You must have blood, blood, BLOOD!"
As he reiterated this word with ever increasing emphasis, his black eyes flashed warningly, and his Jewish hearers quailed before him.
"Blood!" It is an awful word, for one who reveres the ancient oracles, and yet has no sacrifice. Turn where he will in the book, the blood meets him; but let him seek where he may, he cannot find it in the Judaism of the present.
After a moment's pause, the Patriarchal old man went on somewhat as follows: "I was born in Palestine, nearly seventy years ago. As a child I was taught to read the Law, the Psalms, and the Prophets. I early attended the synagogue and learned Hebrew from the Rabbis. At first I believed what I was told, that ours was the true and only religion, but as I grew older and studied the Law more intently, I was struck by the place the blood had in all the ceremonies outlined there, and equally struck by its utter absence in the ritual to which I was brought up.
"Again and again I read Exodus xii, and Leviticus xvi., xvii., and the latter chapters especially made me tremble as I thought of the great Day of Atonement and the place the blood had there. Day and night one verse would ring in my ears: 'lt is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul!' I knew I had broken the law. ! needed atonement. Year after year, on that day, I beat my breast as I confessed my need of it; but it was to be made by blood, and there was no blood!
"In my distress, at last, I opened my heart to a learned and venerable rabbi. He told me that God was angry with His people. Jerusalem was in the hands of the Gentiles, the temple was destroyed, and a Mohammedan mosque was reared up in its place. The only spot on earth where we dare shed the blood of sacrifice, in accordance with Deuteronomy xii, and Leviticus xvii., was desecrated, and our nation scattered. That was why there was no blood. God had Himself closed the way to carry out the solemn service of the great Day of Atonement. Now, we must turn to the Talmud, and rest on its instruction, and trust in the mercy of God and the merits of the fathers.
"I tried to be satisfied, but could not. Something seemed to say that the law was unaltered, even though our temple was destroyed. Nothing else but blood could atone for the soul. We dared not shed blood for atonement elsewhere than in the place the Lord had chosen. Then we were left without atonement at all.
"This thought filled me with horror. In my distress I consulted many other rabbis. I had but one great question--Where can I find the blood of atonement?
"I was over thirty years of age when I left Palestine and came to Constantinople, with my still unanswered question ever before my mind, and my soul exceedingly troubled about my sins.
"One night I was walking down one of the narrow streets of that city, when I saw a sign telling of a meeting for Jews. Curiosity led me to open the door and go in. Just as I took a seat I heard a man say, ' The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.' It was my first introduction to Christianity, but I listened breathlessly as the speaker told how God had declared that 'Without shedding of blood there is no remission'; but that He had given His only begotten Son, the Lamb of God, to die, and all who trusted in His blood were forgiven of all their iniquities. This was the Messiah of the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah: this was the Sufferer of Psalm xxii. Ah, my brethren, I had found the blood of atonement at last. 1 trusted it, and now I love to read the New Testament and see how all the shadows of the law are fulfilled in Jesus Christ. His blood has been shed for sinners. It has satisfied God, and it is the only means of salvation for either the Jew or Gentile."
Reader, have you yet found the blood of atonement? "Behold the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sin of the world" (John 1:29). Are you trusting to God's smitten Lamb? the ever-sufficient, all-availing sacrifice?
H. A. IRONSIDE
"When I see the blood, I will pass over You." Exodus 12:13.
"It is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul." Leviticus 17:11.
"The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son cleanseth us from all sin." I John 1:7.
"In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins." Colossians 1:14.