The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1888-12-21


from the Arctic, they bring fruits from
the tropio, they bring bread from the tenn
perate zone. The King looks out, and He
| says; There are twelve hundred millions
| OF people to be fed and clothed. So many
| pounds of meat, so many barrels of flour,
so many yards of cloth and linen and fan
nell so many hats, so many socks, so
/ many Shoes" enough for all, save
that we who are greedy get more
shoes than belong to us, and others
go barefooted. None but a God
could feed and clothe the world.
None but a Kings corn crib could ap
! pease the worlds famine. None but a
King could tell how MANY wagons to send,
and how heavily to load them, and when
they are to start. They are coming over
the frozen ground to-day. Do you not
hear their rumbling They will stop at
noon at your table. Oh, if for a little
while they should cease, hunger would
come into the nations, as to Utica when
Haml4car besieged it, and as in Jerusalem
when Fespasian surrounded it; and the
nations would be hollOw-eyed, and fall
upon each other in universal cannibalism:
and skeleton would drop upon skeleton;
and there would be no one to bury the
dead; and the earth would be q field of
| bleached skeletons; and the birds of prey
would fall dead, flock after flock, without
| any carcasses to devour; and the earth in
| silence would wheel around, one great
black hearse All life stopped because the
Kings wagons are stopped. Oh, thank
God for bread-for bread
1 remark again, that, like those that
came from the Egyptian palace, the
Kings wagons bring us good news. Jacob
has not heard from his boy for great
many years. He never thought of him
but with q heartache. There was in
Jacobs heart room where lay the corpse
of his unburied Joseph; and when the
wagons came, the Kings wagons, and told
him that Joseph was yet alive, he faints
dead away. Good news for Jacob! Good
news for us! The Kings wagons come
down and tell US that our JOseph-Jesus is
yet alive; that He has forgivenu us because
we threw Him into the pit of suffering and
the dungeon of shame. He has risen from
thence to stand in a palace. The Bethle-
| hem shepherds were awakened at mid
night by the rafting of the wagons that
brought the tidings. Our Joseph-Jesus
! sends US a message of pardon, of life, of
| Heaven; corn for our hunger, raiment
for our nakedness. Jesus-Joseph is yet
alive.
GO to hunt up Jesus. 1 go to the village
| Of Bethany, and say: "Where does Mary
| liver" They say: "YOnder Mary lives"
[ go in. I see where she sat in the sitting
| room. go out where Martha worked in
the kitchen, but l find no Jesus. 1 go into
Pilates courtroom and 1 find the judges
and the police and the prisoners box, but
no Jesus. I go into the Arimathean Gem
etery, but the door IS gone, and the
shroud is gone, and Jesus is gone. BY
faith l lookup to the Kings palace; and
/ behold I have found Him. JOseph-J esus
! is still alive! Glorious religion, a religion
made not out Of deaths head, and cross
/ bones, and undertaIer's screw driver, but
! one bounding with life, and sympathy.
and g adness. Joseph is yet alive!
know that my Radeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence givesI
| He lives, He lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my everything headI
He lives to grant me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to His name:
He lives, my Jesus still the same
Oh, the sweet JOY this sentence gives
know that my Redeemer livesI
The Kings wagons will after awhile IN
| load, and they will turn around and they
will go back to the palace, and l really
think that you and l will go with them.
The King win not leave US in this famine
struck world. The King has ordered that
go over into Goshen, where there shall be
pasturage for our largest flock Of JOY, and
then we will drive up to the palace, where
there are glories awaiting us that viii melt
all the snow Of Egyptian marble into for
getfulness.
think that the Kings wagons will take
us up to see our lost friends. Jacobs
chief anticipation was not seeing the Nile,
nor of seeing the long colonnades Of
I
throne room. There was a focus to all
his journeyings, to all his anticipa-
tons, and that was Joseph. Welh my
friends, do not think Heaven would be
worth much if our brother Jesus was not
there. If there were two heavens, the one
with all the pomp and paraphernalia of
an eternal monarchy, but no Christ, and
the other were a plain Heaven, humbly
matched, with a few daises in the yard,
and Christ was there I would say: "Let
the Kings wagons take me up to the old
farm house"
If Jesus were not in Heaven there would
be no music there; there would be but
few people there; they would be off look
ing for the lost Christ, crying through the
universe: 'Where is Jesus? Where is
Jesus?" and after they had found Him,
with loving violence they would take Him
and bear Him through the gates; and it
would be the greatest day known in
Heaven within the memory of the oldest
inhabitant. Jesus never went off from
Heaven but once, and He was so badly
treated on that excursion they will never
let Him go again.
Oh, the JOY of meeting our brother, JO-
seph- Jesus! After we have talked about
Him fOr. ten, or fifty, or seventy years. to
talk with Him, and to clasp hands with
the hero of the ages; not crOuching as
underlings in His presence, but as Jacob
and Joseph, hug each other. We viii
want some new term by which to address
Him. On earth we call Him Saviour
or Redeemer, or Friend; but when we
throw our arms around Him in everlast-
ing embrace, we will want some new name
of endearment. I can think of what we
shall do through the long ages of eternity;
but what we shall do the first minute / can
not guess. In the first fash Of His
countenance, in the first rush Of our emo
tions, what we shall do I can not imagine.
Oh, the overwhelming glory of the first
sixty seconds in Heavenl Methinks we
viii just stand and look, and look, and
look.
The Kings wagons took Jacob up to see
his lost boy, and 50 1 really think that the
Kings wagons viii take US up TO see our
lost kindred. How long is it since Joseph
went OFT Of your HOUSEHOLD? How many
years is it now, last Christmas, or the 18th
of next month? It was a dark night when
he died, and stormy day it was at the
burial; and the clouds wept with you and
the winds sighed for the dead. The bell
at Greenwood's gate rang only a few mo-
ments, but your heart has been tolling, toll
ing ever since. on have been under deiu-
sion, ike Jacob Of old. You have thought
that Joseph was dead. You put his name
first h2 the birth record Of the family
Bible, and then you put it in the death
record CT the family Bible, and you have
/ been deceived. Joseph is yet alive. He