The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-04-04

nave neglected IL Tor many years, ana L
don't know where to find it, but l know
it is somewhere between the lids"
Then he began to turn over the
leaves, and strange and beautiful
to say, his eye struck upon this passage:
'Neither do 1 condemn thee; go and sin
10 more" She said SIT isn't possible
that is thereV' "Yes," he said, shat is
there" He held it up before her dying
eyes, and she said: ooh, yes, see it for
myself; 1 accept the promise; neither do
l condemn thee; go and sin no more.'
In few hours her spirit sped away to the
Lord that gave it, and the new convert
preached the funeral sermon. The man
who few days before had been BIAS
phemer and a drunkard and hater of all
| that was good, he preached the sermon.
That is regeneration, that is regeneration.
| If there are any dry husks of technical1ty
| in that, where are they? All made over
again by the power of the grace of God.
| A few years ago ship captain came in
here and sat yonder under the gallery.
He came in with contempt for the
| Church of God and with an especial dis
| like for Talmage. When an opportunity
was given, he arose for prayer, and as he
was more than six feet high, when he
arose for prayer, no one doubted that he
arose. That hour he became Christian.
| He went out and told the ship owners and
| the ship commanders what great change
| had been wrought in him, and scores and
scores have been brought to God through
his fundamentally.
A little while after his conversion he
was on ship off Cape Hatteras in thick
| and prolonged fog, and they were at their
wits ends and knew not what to do, the
ship drifting about hither and thither,
and they lost their bearings; and the con-
verified sea captain went to his room and
asked God for the salvation of his ship,
and God revealed it to him while he was
on his knees that at a certain hour, only
a little way of, the fog would lift; and the
converted sea captain came out on the
deck and told how God heard his prayer.
He said: cit is all right, boys, very soon
now the fog will lift" mentioning the
hour. A man who stood there laughed
aloud in derision at the idea that God
would answer prayer; but just at the hour
when God had assured the captain the fog
would lift there came flash of lightning
through the fog, and the man who had
jeered and laughed was stunned and fell to
the deck. The fog lifted. Yonder was
Cape Hatteras lighthouse. The ship was
put on the right course, and sailed on to
the harbor of safety.
When in seaport the captain spends
most of his time in evangelical work. He
kneels down by one who has been help
less in the bed for many months, and the
next day he walks forth in the streets well.
He kneels beside one who has long been
decrepit, and he resigns the crutches. He
kneels beside one who had not seen enough
to be able to read for ten years, and she
reads the Bible that day. Consumptions
go away, and those who had diseases that
were appalling to behold come up to rapid
convalescence and to complete health.
am not telling you any thing second
handed. l have had the story from the
lips of the patients in this very house,
those who were brought to health of
body while at the same time brought to
God. No secondhand story, this. have
heard the testimony from men and women
who have been cured. You may call it
faith-cure, or you may call it the power
of God coming down in answer to prayer;
l do not care what you call it, it is fact
The SOOTHING sea captain, his heart full of
hatred for Christianity, now becomes a
follower of the meek and low1y Jesus,
giving all the time to evangelical labors,
or all the time he can spare from other
OCCupdllOuSs 1udb Is E6g6l6EdblOus ludl
is regeneration. Man all made over again.
2 "There is your absurd doctrine of vi
, carious sacrifice" say these men who
t have chewed up the little books of creeds
t and have the consequent embittered
: stomach. ''Vicarious sacrifice! Let every
: man suffer for himself. What do want
[ Christ to suffer for me? I'll suffer for
myself, I'll carry my own burdens" They
scoff at the idea of vicarious sacrifice,
while they admire it everywhere else ex.
cept i'll Christ. People see its beauty
when mother suffers for her child. Peo-
[ pie see its beauty when q patriot suffers
for his country. People see its beauty
} when man denies himself for friend.
They can see the beauty Of yicarious sac
. riice in every one but Christ.
4 Be it ours to admire and adore these
r doctrines at which others jeer. Oh, the
: depths of the riches, both of the wisdom
9 and knowledge of God! How unseareha-
q bile is His wisdom, aud His ways are past
: finding out! Oh, the height, the depth,
r the length, the breadth, the infnity, the
g immensely, the eternity of that love! Let
g our earnest prayers go out in behalf of all
S these who scott at these doctrines OF
grace. When the London plague was
g raging, in the year 1865 there was a hotel
: near the chief burial place that excited
e much comment. England was in fright
: and bereavement. The dead carts went
n through the streets day and night, and
: the cry: ''Bring out the deadw was an
n swered by the bringing out of the forms
r of the loved ones, and they were put
t twenty or thirty in cart, and the wagons
J, went on to the cemetery, and these dead
g were not buried in graves, but in great
S trenches, in great pits, in one pit eleven
n hundred and fourteen burials. The carts
t would come up with their great burden of
: twenty or thirty to the mouth of the pit,
S and the front of the cart was lifted and
) the dead shot into the pit. All the churches
!. in London were open for prayer day and
: night, and England was in great an.
guish. At that very time, at a hotel,
t at a wayside inn near the CHIEF
: burial place, there was a group of hard.
/ ened men, who sat day after day and night
e after night disappearing God and i'm.
d itating the grief -struck who went by Il
It the burial place. These men sat there
r day after day and night after night, and
e they scoffed at men, and they scoffed a
Y God. But after awhile one of them wa: