The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-10-17
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a coronation. Oh, do you no. feel the
breath of Christ's sympathy now, you
wounded ones, you troubled ones2 II
you do not, would like to tell you of
the chaplain In the army who was
wounded SO he could not walk, bat he
heard at distance among the dying
a man who said: "Oh, my God |" He
said to himself: II FAUST help that
man though I can't walk"
SO he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood and rolled on over many
of the slain, until he came where this
poor fellow was suffering and he
preached to him the comfort of the
Gospel, and with his own wound he
seemed to soothe that mans wound.
It was sympathy going out towards an
object most necessitous, and one that
he could easily understand. And so it
is with Christ, though wounded ali
over himself, he hears the cry of our
repentance, the cry of our bereave-
ment, the cry of our poverty, the cry
of our wretchedness, and he says: II
must go and help that SOUL" and he
rolls over with wounds in head, wounds
IN hands, wounds in feet, toward US,
until he comes just where we are welt
ering in our own blood, and he puts
his arm over us-and l see it is a
wounded arm and it is a wounded
hand-and as he throws his arm over
us hear him say; Il have loved thee
with an everlasting love-"
CHRIST OUR FINAL RESCUE.
Again, we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We cannot with these
eyes, however good our sight may be,
catch a glimpse of the heavenly land
for which our souls long But I have
no more doubt that beyond the cold
river there is place of glory and of
rest, than we have that across the At
lantic ocean there is another CONT
nent. But the heavenly land and
this land stand in mighty contrast.
This Is barrenness and that vertlure.
These shallow streams of earth which
thirsty OK might drink dry, or
mules hoof trample into mire, COM
pared with the bright, crystalline
river from under the throne, on the
banks of which river the armies of
heaven may rest, and into whose clear
flood the trees of life dip their branches.
These instruments OF earthly music,
30 easily racked into discord, COM
pared with the harps that thrill with
eternal raptures, and the. trumpets
that are SO musical that they wake the
dead. These streets along which we
go painting in summer heat or shiver.
ing In winters cold, and the poor man
carries his burden and the vagrant
cfyo fo,. oI, o.,l o11 L., Il,
the feet of pain and want and woe,
compared with those streets that
sound forever with the feet of Joy
and holiness, and those walls made
out of all manner of precious stones.
the light intershot with reflections
from jasper and chrysohte and topaz
and sardonyx and beryl and emerald
and chrysoprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation
that will not be conquered, and that
world where it is perfect joy, perfect
holiness and perfect restl Said a lit
tie blind child: Mamma, will / be
blind in heaven7" "Oh, no, my dear"
replied the mother, ''you won't be
blind in heaven" A little lame child
said: Mamma, will l be lame in
heaven9" No." she replied, "you
won't be lame in heaven" Why,
when the plainest Christian pilgrim
arrives at the heavenly gate it opens
to him, and as the angels come down
to escort him in, and they spread the
banquet, and they keep festival over
the august arrival, and Jesus comes
with a crown and says, "Weax this, !"
and with a palm and says, "Wave
this" and points TO throne and says,
Mount this" Then the old citizens
of heaven come around to hear the
newcomers recital of deliverance
wrought for him, and as the newly
arrived soul tells of the grace that par
doned and the mercy that saved him,
all the Inhabitants shout the praise of
the King, crying, Praise Him !
Praise Him."
Quaint John Bunyan caught a
glimpse of that consummation when
he said: Just as the gates were opened
to let in the man, ! looked in after
them, and behold the city shope like
the sun; the streets were also paved
with gold and in them walked many
men with crowns on their heads, and
golden harps to siag praises withal.
And after that they shut up the gates,
which when had seen / wished my
self among them.