At last He cried, with a loud voice: |It is finished!| Perhaps not many on earth heard it, or cared about it when they did hear it; but I can imagine there were not many in heaven who did not hear it, and if they have bells in heaven how they must have rung out that day; |It is finished! It is finished!| The Son of God had died that poor sinful man might have life eternal. I can imagine the angels walking through the streets of heaven crying: |It is finished!| and the mansions of that world ringing with the glad tidings: |It is finished!| It was the shout of victory. All you have got to do is to look and be saved. You have seen the waves of the sea come dashing up against a rocky shore. They come up and beat against the rock, and, breaking into pieces, go back to gather fresh strength, and again they come up and beat against the rock only to be again broken into pieces. And so it would seem as if the dark waves of hell had gathered all their strength together and had come beating up against the bosom of the Son of God; but he drives them all back again with that shout of a conqueror: |It is finished.| And with that shout He snapped the fetters of sin, and broke the power of Satan.
While I was at a convention in Illinois an old man past 70 years, got up, and said he remembered but one thing about his father, and that one thing followed him all through life. He could not remember his death, he had no recollection of his funeral, but he recollected his father one winter night, taking a little chip, and with his pocket knife whittling out a little cross, and with the tears in his eyes he held up that cross telling how God in His infinite love sent His Son down here to redeem us, how He had died on the cross for us. The story of the cross followed him through life.
[Illustration: The Prodigal Son. GUSTAVE DORE. Luke, xv 11-32.]
[Illustration: Christ Stilling The Tempest. GUSTAVE DORE. Matthew. viii, 23-27]