The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-08-23
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along with us and make our torment
there. So that L suppose when an in
ebriate wakes up IN this lost world he
will feel an infinite thirst ciawtng on
him. Now, down in the world, although
he may have been very poor, he could
beg or he could steal five cents with
which to get that which would slake his
thirst for a little while; but in eternity,
where is the rum to come from? Dives
could not get one drop of water.
From what chalice Of eternal fires will
the hot lips of the drunkard drain his
draught? No one to brow it. No one to
mix it. No one to pour it. No ono to
fetch it. Millions of worlds then for the
dregs which the young man just now
slung on the sawdusted floor of the res
taurant Millions Of worlds now for the
rind thrown out from the punch bowl Of
an earthly banquet Dives cried for wa
ter. The inebriate cries for rum. Oh,
the deep, exhausting, exasperating, ever
lasting thirst of the drunkard in HE'LL
Why, if a fiend should come up to earth
for some Internal work in a grog shop,
and should go back taking on its wing just
one drop of that for which the inebriate in
the lost world longs, what excitement 1T
would make there.
Put that ono drop from off the fend's
wing on the top of the tongue of the de-
stroyed inebriate; let the liquid bright
ness just touch it. let the drop be very
small if it only have in it the smack of
alcoholic drink, let that drop just touch
the lost inebriats in the lost world, and
he would spring to his feet and cry:
THAT is ruml aha that is rum ~ and
it would wake up the echoes of the
damnedl
"Give me rum! Give me rumI Give me
rumr In the future world l do not be-
lieve that it will be the absence of God
that will make the drunkard's sorrow; L
do not believe that it will be the absence
of light; I do not believe that it will be the
absence of holiness; I think it will be
the absence of strong drink. OH 'Look
not upon the wine when it is red,
when it moveth itself Alright in tho
cup, for at the last, it biteth like
a serpent and it stingeth like an adder"
But l want, in conclusion, to say one
thing personal, for do not like a sermon
that has no personalities in it. Perhaps
this has not had that fault already. l
want to say to those who are the victims
of strong drink that while I declare that
there was point beyond which a man
could not stop, l want to tell you that
while a man can not stop in his own
strength, the Lord God, by His grace,
can help him to stop at any time. Years
ago l was in room in New Ork where
there were many men who had been re-
Gldlultu 1IOu uIuuh6nu6SSs iAvclA u
their testimony, and for the first time ia
my life there flashed out truth l never
understood. They said:
eve were victims of strong drink. We
tried to give it up, but always failed; but
somehow, since we gave our hearts to
Christ, He has taken care of u.s."
believe that the time will soon como
| when othe grace of God will show its
! power here, not only to save mans soul,
I e.
elevate and redeem it. / verify believe
that although you feel graphing at the
roots of your tongues an almost omnip-
| otent thirst, if you will this moment
! give your heart to God He will help you
/ by His grace to conquer. Try it. 1t is
! your last chance. l have looked off upon
| the desolation. Sitting under my min
istry there are people in awful peril from
! ordinary circumstances: there is not one
! chance in five thousand that they will get
| clear of it.
see men in this congregation Of whom
! l must make the remark that, If they do
! not change their course, within ten years
they will, as to their bodies, lie down
in drunkards' graves; and as to their
souls, lie down in drunkard's perdi-
! ton. know that it is an awful thing to
say, but L can't help saying it. Oh, be-
ware! You have not yet boen captured.
! Bewarel As ye open the door of your
wine closet to-day, may that decanter
! fash out upon you: Beware! And when
| you pour the beverage into the glass. in
the foam at the top, in white letters. let
| there be spelled out to your soul:
! ''Beware!"
When the books Of judgment are open,
and ten million drunk ards come up to get
! their doom, 1 want you to bear witness
! that l to-day, in the fear Of God, and in
| the love for your soul told you with all
! affection, and with all kindness, to beware
| Of that which has already exerted its in
| duence upon your family, blowing out
| some of its Hghts-a premonition Of the
! blackness of darkness forever.
| Oh, if you could only hear this moment,
| Intemperance, with drunkard's bones,
| drumming on the head of the wine cask
the Dead March Of immortal souls, me-
| thinks the very glance OF a wine cup
would make you shudder, and the color
| Of the liquor would make you think Of
| the blood Of the souI, and the foam on
| the top Of the cup would remind you Of
| and you would 90 home from this
! service and kueel down and pray God
| that, rather than your children should
! become captiyes Of this evil habit you
would like to carry them out some bright
| spring day to the cemetery and put them
| away to the last sleep, until ct tho last
/ call of the south wind the flowers would
| come up all over tho grave-sweet proph-
! ecies OF the resurrection. God has
| balm for such a wound; but what flower
| of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath
! Of q druukard's 5epulcher?