The next morning his master said, "Jack, I hear you were preaching again
yesterday."
"Yes, mas'r. I must go and tell sinners how Jesus was whipped that we might
go free."
"But, Jack, I told you that if you went off preaching Sunday, I should whip
you on Monday, and now I will do it."
Blow after blow fell upon Jack's back, while oaths fell from the master's
lips. Then he said:--
"There, Jack, I don't believe you will preach next Sunday. Now go down to
the cottonfield and go to work."
When next Sunday came, Jack could not stand straight, for his back was
covered with sores and scars. But, with his Testament in his hand, he stood
before the people of the plantation, and said, "Mas'r whip me mos' ter
death last Monday, an' I don't know but he will kill me tomorrow, but if he
does, I shall not suffer more than Jesus did when he died on the cross for
us."
Monday morning the master called him and said,
"Jack, I hear you have been preaching again."
"Yes, mas'r. I must go an' tell sinners how Christ was wounded for our
transgressions, how he sweat drops of blood for us in the garden, an' wore
that cruel crown of thorns that we might wear a crown of joy when he
comes.
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