The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1891-09-18

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We troubled. 1 do not suppose you
have escaped Compare your view OF
this life at fifteen years of age with
what your view of it is at forty, or six
tn, or seventy. What great contrast
of opinionl Were you right then, or
are you right now? Two cups placed
i'm your hands. the one sweet cup, the
other sour cup. A cup of Joy and
cup of grief Which has been the near
est to being full, and out of which
have you the more frequently par
taken ? What q different place
the cemetery is from what it
used to be. Once it was to yon grand
city Improvement, and you went out on
the pleasure excursion, and you ran
laughingly up the mound, and you crit
cised in a light way the epitaph. But
since the day when you heard the bell
toll at the gate as you went in with the
procession it is a sad place, and there is
flood of rushing memories that suffuse
the eye and overmaster the heart Oh,
you have had trouble, trouble, trouble
God only knows how much you have
had 1t is wonder you have been able
to live through it. 1t is wonder your
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and your brain has not reeled. Trouble,
trouble. If 1 could gather all the griefs,
CT all Sorts from this great audiences
and could put them in one scroll, neith-
er man nor angel could endure the reci-.
tation. Well, what do you want? Would
you like to have your property back
again? NO" you say, as Christian
man: ST was becoming arrogant, and
1 think that is why the Lord took it
away. Il don't want to have my prop
erty back" Well, would you have
your departed friends back again?
NO." you say; 81 couldn't take the re-
sponsibility of bringing them back
| from a fearless realm to a realm of
tears / couldn't do it, Well, then,
what do you want? A thousand voices
in the audience cry out: Comfort; give
us comfort" For that reason have.
rolled away the stone from the wells
mouth. Come, all We wounded of the
flock, pursued of the wolves, come to
the fountain where the Lords sick and
bereft ones have coue.
But gather all the promises to-day
in group, and / ask the shepherds to
drive their foclzs of lambs and sheep
up to the sparkling supply. Behold,
happy is the man whom God correct
eth Though He cause grief, yet will
He have compassion" MANY are the
Affections of the righteous, but the
| Lord delivereth him out of them all. !"
weeping may endure for night, but
\ joy cometh in the morning." / am
| determined to-day that no one
shall go away uncontrolled. Yonder
is timid and shrinking soul who
seems TO hide away from the consols-
tons / am uttering, as child with a
sore hand hides away from the ply
stefan lest he touch the wound too
roughly. and the mother has to go and
compel the little patient to come out
and see the physician. SO come to
your timid and shrinking soul to-day,
and compel you to come out In the
presence of the Divine Physician.
He will not hurt you. He has
been healing wounds for many
years, and He will give you gentle
and omnipotent medicament. But pep
pie, when thew have trouble, go any
where rather than to God. De Quincy
took opium to get rid of his troubles
Charles Lamb took to punch. Theo-
dore Hook took to something stronger
| Edwin Forrest took to theatrical dis
sipation. And mer have run all around
/ the earth. hoping in the quick transit
to get away from their misfortune. It
has been dead failure. There is only
one well that can Stake the thirst of an
afflicted spirit, and that is the deep and
inexhaustible well of the Gospel. -
| But some one says in the audience,
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this morning, 1 find no alienation for
my troubles" ''Well, ] am not through
yet. / have left the most potent con-
sideration for the last. I am going to
soothe you with the thought of Heaven.
However talkative we may be, there
will come time when the stoutest
and most emphatic Interrogation viii
evoke from us no answer. AS soon as
we have closed our alps for the final
silence no power on earth can
break that taciturnity. But where,
| o Christian. will be your spirit? In a
scene of infinite gladness. The spring
morning of Heaven waving its blossoms
in the bright air. Victors fresh from
battle showing their scars. The rain of
earthly sorrow struck through with the
rain bow of eternal Joy. In one group
God and angels and the edeemed-Paul
and Silas, Latimer and Ridley, Isaiah
and Jeremiah, Payson and John Milton,
Gabriel and Michael, the archangel.
Long line of choristers reaching across
the hills Seas of joy dashing to the
white beach. Conquerors marching
from gate to gate. You among them
Oh, what great flock of sheep God
| will gather around the celestial we'll
No stone on the wells mouth, while
the Shepherd waters the sheep. There.
Jacob will recognize Rachel the shep-a
herdess. And standing on one side of
the well of eternal rapture, your chill
dren; and standing on the other side Of
the well of eternal rapture. your
Christian ancestry, you will be
bounded on all sides by a joy
so keen and grand that no other
world has ever been permitted to expe-
rience it. Out of that deep well of
Heaven, the Shepherd will dip reunion
for the bereaved, wealth for the poor,
health for the sick, rest for the weary.
And then all the flock of the Lords
sheep win lie down lin the green
pastures, and world without end
we will praise the Lord that on
the first autumnal Sabbath of 1891
we were permitted to study among
the bleating focks and lowing herds OF
this fair ground, the story of Jacob
and Rachel, the shepherdess at the