The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-09-24

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She never knew that LamphIer would
come forth and establish the Fulton street
prayer meeting, and by one meeting
revolutionize the devotions of the whole
earth, and thrill the eternities with his
Christian influence. Lamphier said it was
his mother who brought him to Jesus
Christ. She never had an idea that she
was leading forth such destinies. But,
oh, when ! see mother reckless Of her in.
huence, rafting on toward destruction,
garlanded for the sacrifice with uns eemly
mirth and godlessness, dancing on down
to perdition, taking her children in the
same direction, preparing them for life
of frivolity, a death of shame and an
eternity of disaster, can not help but
say; "There they go-there they go,
Hagar and Ishmaell' tell you there are
wilder deserts than Beer sheba in many
Of the fashionable circles of this day. Dis
sipated parents leading dissipated chill.
dren, avaricious parents lead
ing avaricious children, prayer
less parents leading prayer
less children. They go through every
street, up every dark alley, into every cell
lar, along every highway. Hagar and
Ishmaell And while pronounce their
names it seems like the moaning OF the
death wind, "Hagar and Ishmaelp
T. learn one more lesson from this Ori-
entail scene, and that is, that every Wild
erness has well in it. Hagar and Ish-
maeI gave up to die. Hagar's heart sank
within her as she heard her child crying:
"Waterl Wateri Watery'
"Ah.'' she says, ''ny darling, there Is
no water. This is desert"
And then GODS angel said from the
cloud: 'What aiIeth thee, Hagar?"
And she looked up and saw him point
ing to a well of water, where she filed the
bottle for the lad. Blessed be God, that
there's in every wilderness a well, if you
only know how to find it-fOuntains for
all these thirsty souls this morning. On
that last day, on that great day of the
feast. Jesus stood and cried:
II any man thirst, let him come to me ana
drink.
"All these other fountains you find are
mere mirages of the desert Paracelsus,
you know, spent his time in trying to find
out the elixir of life-a liquid which il
taken would keep one perpetually young
in this world, and would change the aged
back again to youth. Of course, he was
disappointed he found no elixir. But here
l tell you this morning of the elixir of
everlasting life bursting from the Crock
of Ages" and that drinking that water
you shall never get old, and you will never
die.
Ho, every man that thirsteth, come We to
the waters.
All, here is a man who says:
1 have been looking for that fountain a
great while, but can't find it.''
And here is some one else who says:
Il believe all you say, but have been
J trudging along in the Wilderness and can't
| ind the fountain"
Do you know the reasonY will tell
| you. You never looked in the right drecs
| ton.
ooh" you say, ST have looked every
where. have looked north, south, east
and west, and l haven't found the fount.
ain"
Why, you are not looking in the right
| direction at all. Look up whore Hager
| looked. She never would have found the
| fountain at all, but when she heard the
voice Of the angel she looked up, and saw
| the finger pointing to the supply. Ana,
! o, soul, if to-day with one earnest, intense
prayer y GU would only look up to Christ, He
would point you down to the supply in the
! wilderness.
Look unto Ne all ye ends OF the earth, and
be We saved; for 1 am God, and there is none
| else.
Looki lookI as Hager IookedI
Yes, there is well for every desert of be-
reavement. Looking over the audience
this morning, notice an unusual number
of signs of mourning and woe. Have you
| found consolation? o man bereft, o
woman bereft, have you found consola-
| ton? Hearse after hearse. We step from
one grave hillock to another grave hillock.
We follow corpses, ourselves soon to be
| like them. The world is in mourning for
| its dead. Every heart has become
the sepuIcher of some buried joy.
/ But sing ye to God; every wilderness has
| a well in it; and I come to that well to-
| day, and 1 begin to draw water from that
we'll If you have lived in the country
| you have sometimes taken hold of the rope
| of the old well-sweep, and you know how
! the bucket came up, dripping with bright,
! cool water. And lay hold of the rope Of
! Gods mercy this morning, and begin to
! draw on that gospel well-sweep, and see
the buckets coming up.
| Thirsty soulI Here is one bucket of life
! Come and drink of it. Ezff.
Whosoever will, let him come and take oil
| the water of life freely.
pull away again at the rope, and an
| other bucket comes up. 1t is this promise;
Weeping may endure for night, but Joy
cometh in the morning.
lay hold of the rope again, and 1 pull
| away with all my strength, and the bucket
/ comes up, bright, and beautiful, and cool
Here is the promises:
Come unto me all We who are weary and
/ heavy laden, and will give you rest.
The old astrologers used to cheat the
/ people with the idea that they could tell
| from the position of the stars what would
occur in the future, and if cluster OF
stars stood IN one relation, that would be
a prophecy of good. What superstition
But here is a new astrology in which
| put my faith. By looking up to the stal
of Jacob, the morning star of the Re-
deemer, I can make this prophecy in re-
| gard to those who put their trust in God
GAN things work together for good Il
those who love God" Do you love him.
Have you seen the Nyctanthes? 1t is &
beautiful flower, but it gives very
/ little fragrance until after sunset
Then it pours its richness on the air. Anc
this grace Of the gospel that I commend
| to you this morning, while it may be very
J sweet during the day of prosperity, il
pours forth its richest aroma after sun
/ down. And it will be sundown with yoJ
and me after awhile. When you come t.
go out of this world, will it be a deser
| march, or viii it be drinking at foun'
| tain?
a Christian Hindoo was dying, and biz
heather comrades came around him anC
tried to comfort him by reading some O
the pages of their theology; but he waved
his hand as much as to say:
81 don't W. Mt to hear it,"
Then they called in heather priest and
| he said:
eff you will only recite the Numtra |
| win deliver you from hell" He waved hi
| hand, as much as to say: