The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-07-15

Christ died to save you yon are saved.
When? Now. No more doubt about it
than that you sit there. No more doubt
about il than that You have right
hand. No more doubt about il than that
there is God II you had committed
five hundred thousand transgressions,
Christ would forgive you just as freely
rs il you had never committed but one;
though you had gone through the whole
cataloguc of crimes-arson, blasphemy
and rnurder-C Christ would pardon you
just as freely, Won coming to Him, as
though you had committed only the
slightest sin Of the tongue. Why, when
Christ comes to pardon a soul lie stops
for nothing. Height in nothing Depth
is nothing Enormity Smoothing. Pro
tractedness Is nothing.
Ger sins like mountains for their sizes
The seas Of sovereign grace expand
The seas OF sovereign grace arise.
Lord Jesus. give up all other props,
give up all other expectations Ruined
and undone, lay hold Thee. r. plead Thy
promises. fly to Thy arms s'Lord save
me, perish" When the Christian conn
mission went into the army during The
war there were q great muititude of
hungry men and only few loaves of
bread andsthe delegate of the COM
mission was cutting the bread and Civ
ing IL out to wounded and dying men.
Some one came up and,said: Cut those
slices thinner or there win not be
enough to go around" And then the
Delegate cut the slices very thin and
handed the bread around until they all
had some, but not much But blessed
be God, there is no need of economy in
this Gospel Bread for all, bread enough
and to spare. Why perish with hunger?
Again, advise you, as one of the best
things you can do with Christ to take
him into ycurJ1ove- Now sthere arc
two things which make us love any one
inherent attraetiTeness and then what
he does in the way of kindness toward
us. Now Christ is. IN both these posi-
tions. n Inherent attractiveness-fair
than the children of men, the luster of
the morning in his eye, the glow of the
setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and
frankincense in TIE breath of his lip.
In Heaven of holy beings, the best.
In a Heaven of mighty ones, the strong
est In Heaven of great hearts, the
tenderest ;7nd the most sympathetic.
Why, sculpture has never yet been able
to chisel his fosSn, nor painting to pre-
sent the flush of his check, nor music to
strike his charms; and the greatest sur
prise of eternity will be the first mo-
nent when we rush into his presence
and with uplifted hands and streaming
eyes and heart bounding With rapture,
we CRY QUIT This is Jesus!1 - = E
All over glorious is my Lord,
hHemust be loved and yet adorcd; kg a z D
His worth, ifan the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love him too.
Has He notadone enough 20 win our
affections? Peter the Great, laying
aside royal authority, went down among
the ship carpenters to help them, but
Russia got the chief advantage of that
condos ensioris John Howard turned
his back upon the refnements and went
around prisons to spy out their SORROWS
and relieve their wrongs, but English
criminals got the chief advantage of
that ministry But when Christ comes,
it is fory you and me. The sacrifice for
you and me. The tears for you and me.
The crucffxion for you and me.
If l were hopelessly in debt, and
some one came and paid my debts and
gave me a receipt in full, and called off
the pack OF bounding creditors;- II
were on laundering Ship and you
came in a life-boat and took me of,
could ever forget your kindness?
Would / ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you service or
attesting nv gratitude and love? Oh,
how ought we feel toward Christ, who
plunged into the depth of our sin and
plucked us out?
Ought it not to set the very best emo
tions of our heart into the warmest-
aye, a red hot glow? The story is so
old that people almost get asleep while
they are hearing. And yet there he
hangs-Jesus- the man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since,
anything TO be compared to this spec
tacle of generosity and woe? Did heart
strings ever snap with worse torture?
Were tears ever charged with a heavier
grief? Did blood ever gush, in each
globule the price of soul? The wave
of earthly malice. dashed its bloody
foam against one foot, the wave of in
formal malice dashed against his other
foot while the storm of Gods wrath
against sin beat on. his thorn-pierced
brow. and all the hosts of darkness
with cleaning lances rampaged through
His holy soul. - t. .4-il a1 .
Oh, see the dethronement of Heavens
King! the Conqueror fallen from the
white horsel the massacre of God!
Weep. We who have tears, over the lone
illness of His exile and the horrors of
III a." aod on N
funeral pyre of a worlds transgression;
the good for the bad, the great for the
mean, the infinite for the finite, the
God for the man. oh, If there be in all
this audience che person untouched by
this story of the Sayiour's love, show
me where he is, that i may mark the
monster of ingratitude and of Crime. If
you could see Christ as He is you would
rise from your seat and fling yourselves
down at his feet, crying my Lord, my
light, my love, my joy, my peace, my
strength, my expectation my heaven,
my all Jesus! jesus
Oh, you can not love him7 Do you
want more of his tears? Why, he has
shed them all for you. He has no more.
Do you want more of his blood? His
arteries were emptied dry, and the iron
hand of agony could press out nothing
more Would you put him to worse ex-
cruciation? Then drive another nail
into his hand, and plunge another spear
into his side, and twist another thorn
70 lbs crown, and lash him with an
other tame of internal torture. No.
says some one; "stop. stop! he shall
not be smitten again. Enough the