The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-04-12

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tyranta Has he pursued you all your
life long? Has he starved you, frozen
yol, tyrannized over youa No. He has
loved you, he has sheltered you, he
watched you last night, he will watch
YOU tonight. He wants to love you,
wants to help you, wants to save you,
wants to comfort you He was your
fathers God and your mothers God. He
has housed them from the blast, and he
wants to shelter you. Win you spit in
his face by an imprecationa Will you
ever thrust him back by an oath9
Who is this Jesus whose name I heard
In the imprecationf Has he pursued you
all your life iong2 What vile thing has
he done to yo1 that you should SO dis
honor his manner Why, he was the lamb
whoae blood simmered in the fires Of
sacrifice for you. He is the brother that
took off his crown that you might put it
on. He has pursued you all your life
long with mercy. he wants you to love
him, wants you to serve him. He comes
with streaming eyes and broken heart
and bistered feet to save you. On the
craft Of our doomed humanity he pushed
out into the sea to take you of the
wreck.
Where i the hand that win ever be
lifted in imprecation againf Let that
hand now blood tipped, be lifted that I
may res II. Not one. Where b the
-voics that wfu ever be uttered IA llis-
honoring the name Of that Christi Let
11euDu1supzuso<n l6suus. sAo9i,
lam glad to know that all these vices Of
the community. and these crimes Of our
city viii be gone. Society is going to be
bettered. The world by the power of
Christ's gospel is going to be saved, and
this crime, this iniquity, and all the
other iniquities will vanish before the ris-
ing of the sun of righteousness upon the
nation.
There was one day in New England
memorable for storm and darkness.
hardly ever saw such an evening. The
clouds which had been gathering all day
unlimbered their batteries. The Housa-
tonic, which flows quietly, save as the
paddles OF pleasure parties rattle the oar
locks, was lashed into foam, and the
waves hardly knew where to lay them
selves.
Oh, what q time it wasi The hills
Jared under the rumbling of Gods
chariots. Binding sheets of rain drove
the cattle to the bars, or beat against the
window pane as though to dash it in.
The grain fields threw their crowns of
gold at the feet of the storm king. When
night came in it was a double night. It's
mantle was torn with the lightnings, and
into its locks were twisted the leaves of
uprooted oaks and the shreds of canvas
torn from the masts of the beached ship
ping. It was such night as makes you
thank God for shelter, and open the door
to let in the spaniel bowling outside with
terror.
We went to sleep under the full blast
OF heavens great orchestra, the forests
with uplifted voices, in chorus that filed
the mountains, praising the Lord. We
woke not until the fingers of the sunny
morn touched our eyelids. We looked
out the window, and the Housatonic
slept as quiet as an infants dream. Pill
lars of clouds set against the sky looked
like the castles of the blessed, built for
heavenly hierarchs on the beach of the
azure sea. All the trees sparkled
as though there had been some great
grief in heaven, and each leaf had
been God appointed to catch an angels
tear. 1t seemed as if our Father had
looked upon the earth, his wayward
child, and stopped to her tear wet cheek
and kissed it. So will the darkness Of
sin and crime leave our world before the
dawn of the morning. The light shall
gid the city spire and strike the forests
Of Maine and the masts of Mobile and
all. between. And one end resting on
the Atlantic coast and the other resting
on the Pacific beach, God will spring a
great rainbow arch Of peace, in token of
everlasting covenant that the world shall
never more see deluge of crime.
'fBut," says some one, 'preaching
against the evils Of society will accom-
plish nothing. Do you not see that the
evils go right oni'' answer, we are not
at all discouraged.
1t seemed Insignificant for Moses to
stretch his hand over the Red sea. What
power could that have over the waters?
But the east wind blew all night; the
waters gathered into two glittering pail
sades on either side. The pillows reared
as Gods hand pulled back upon their
crystal bits. Wheel into line, oh Israel!
march, March! Pearls crash under the
feet The shout Of hosts mounting the
beach answers the shout of hosts mid sea
until, as the last line Of the IMaelites
have gained the beach, the shields clang,
and the eymbals clapI and as the
waters whelm the pursuing foe, the
swift fingered winds on the white keys
Of the foam play the grand march Of
Israel deli~ red. and the awful dirge Of
Egyptian overthrow. 30 We 60 forth;
and stretch out the hand Of prayer and
Christian effort over these dark, boiling
waters Of crime and sin. "Ahat Ahai"
says the deridins world. But Wa;t,
The winds Of divine help will begin to
blow; the way will clear for the great
army OF Christian philanthropists; the
glittering treasures of the worlds benefi-
cence viii line the path Of our feet;
and to the other shore we will be
greeted with the clash of all heavens
cymbals; while those who resist and de-
ride and pursue US viii fall under the
sea, and there viii be nothing left of
them but here and there, cast high and
dry upon the beach, the splintered wheel
of a chariot, and, thrust out from the
surf, the breathless nostril Of riderless