The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1891-08-21

ike this deep crimson. IL IS as II zoo
had said: Now, sinner, wake az
and see what the Saviour endured for
you. This is not water. This In NOT
wine. 1t is blood. 1t is the blood OF
My own Son. 1t is the blood of the I'M
maculate. It is the blood of God"
Without the shedding of blood is no re-
mission There has been many a man
who in courts of law has pleaded mot
guilty" who nevertheless has been con-
demned because there was blood found
on his hands, or blood found In his
room; and what shall we do in the last
day if it be found that we have recruci-
fed the Lord of glory and have never
repented it? You must believe In tho
blood or die. No escape. Unless you
let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your
stead you must yourself suffer. 1t is
either Christ's blood or your blood.
"Oh," says some one, 'tbe thought of
block siclxens me-" Good. God intend
ed it to sicken you with your sin. Do
not act as though you had nothing to
do with that Calvarian massacre. You
had. Your sins were the implements
of torture. Those implements were not
made of steel, and iron, and wood, SO
much as out of your SIPS. Guilty of
homicide, and this regieide, and this
decide, confess your guilt to-day. Ten
thousand voices of Heaven bring in the
verdict against you of guilty, guilty.
Prepare to die, or believe in that blood.
Stretch yourself out for the sacrifice or
accept the Saviour's sacrifice. Do not
fling away your one chance
1t seems to me as il all Heay en- were
trying to bid in your soul The first
bid it makes is the tears of Christ at
the tomb of Lazarus; but that is not
high enough price. The next bid
Heaven makes is the sweat of Geth-
semane; but it is too cheap a price.
The next bid Heaven makes seems to
be the whipped back of Pilates hall,
but it is not high enough price. Car
it be possible that Heaven can not bu,
you in? Heaven tries once more. 1t says:
81 bid this time for that mans soul
the fortunes of Christ's martyrdom, the
blood on His temple, the blood on His
cheek, the blood on His chin, the blood
on His hand, the blood on His side,
the blood on His knee, the blood on His
foot-the blood in drops, the blood in
rills, the blood in pools coagulated be-
meath the cross; the blood that wet the
tips of the soldiers spears, this blood
that FLASHED warm in the faces of His
enemies" Glory to God, that bid wins
it, The highest price that was ever
paid for anything was paid for your
soul. Nothing could buy it but blood!
The estranged property is brought
back Take it. "You have sold your
selves for nought; and ye shall be re-
deemed without money" o atoning
blood, cleansing blood, life-giving blood,
sanctifying blood, clarifying blood of
Jesus! Why not burst into tears at the
thought that for thee He shed it-for
thee the hard-hearted, for thee the lost?
"No." says some one; II VIII have
nothing to do with it except that, like
the enemies of Christ, l put both my
hands into that carnage and scoop up
both palms full, and throw it on my
head and cry: His blood be on us and
on our childrenp Can you do such a
shocking thing as that? Just rub your
handkerchief across your brow and
look at it. 1t is the blood of the Son of
God whom you have despised and driven
back all these years! Oh, do not do
that any longer! Come out boldly and
frankly and honestly, and tell Christ
you are sorry. You can not afford to so
roughly treat Him upon whom every
thing depends.
Would you like to be free? Here is
the price of your iberation-not money,
but blood l tremble from head to
foot, not because 1 fear your presence,
but because 1 fear that you will miss
your chance for immortal rescue. This
is the alternative divinely put: He that
believeth on the Son shall have ever
lasting life, and he that believeth not
on the Son shall not see life, but the
wrath of God abideth on him. In the
last day, if you now reject Christ, every
drop of that sacrificial blood, instead of
pleading for your release as it would
have pleaded if you had repented, will
plead against you.
o, Lord God of the Judgment day
avert that calamity! Let us see the
quick nash of the cimeter that Stays
the sin but saves the sinner. Strike.
omnipotent God, for the souls deliver
snce! Beat, o eternal sea, with all
thy waves against the barren beach o.
that rocky soul and make it tremble.
minute, the second, on which the souls
destiny quivers, and this is that hour,
that minute. that second
Some years age there came down a
fierce storm on the sea coast, and q
vessel got in the breakers and was GO
ing to pieces. They threw up some sig
nal of distress and the people on shore
saw them. They put out in life
boat. They came on, and they saw the
poor sailors, almost exhausted, cling
ing to a raft. and so afraid were the
boatmen that the men would give up
before they got to them, they gave them
three rounds of cheers, and criedi
''Hoid on, there! hold on! Well save
your After awhile the boat came up.
One man was saved by having the boat
hook put in the collar of his coat, and
some in one way and some in another;
but they all got into the boat. Now"
says the captain, for the shore.
Pull away now, pull" The peo-
pie on the land were afraid the
lifeboat had gone down. They said:
"How long the boat stays. Why,
it must have been swamped and they
have all persisted together" And there
were men and women on the pier-heads
and on the beach wringing their hands;
and while they watched and watched,
they saw something looming up through
the mist, and it turned out to be the
lifeboat. AS soon as it camo
within speaking distance the people on
the shore cried out: did you save