The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-16

dJ II1elr unHrdu1IndUlcdl utCeIdHCCs
1t was through their sacrifices that you
learned accuracy of speech. Do you lose
patience with them because they are
little querulous and complaining?
guess you forget how qucrulous and
complaining you were when you were
getting over that whooping cough or
that intermittent fever. A little am
! noyed, are You; because her hearing is
poor and you have to tell her something
twice? She was not always hard of
hearing. When you were two years old
your first call for a drink at midnight
woke her from a sound sleep as quickly
as anyone will waken at the trumphet
call of the resurrection.
Oh, my young lady, what is that I'M
der the sole of your fine shoe? 1t is a
palm leaf which was torn off the tree
of the maternal fidelity. Young mer-
chant, young lawyer, young journalist,
young mechanic, with good salary and
fine clothes and refined surroundings,
have you forgotten what time your
father had that winter, after the sum-
mer's crops had failed through the
droughts or floods or locusts, and how
he wore his old gray coat too long and
made his old hat do that he might keep
| you at school or college? What is that,
my young man, under your fine boot to-
day, the boot that so well fits your foot,
such boot as your father could never
afford to wear? 1t must be a
leaf from the palm tree of your fathers
self-sacritice. Do not be ashamed of him
when he comes to town, and, because
his manners are little old-fashioned
| try to smuggle him in and smuggle him
out, but call in your best friend and
take him to the house of God, and in
troduce him to your pastor and say:
This is my father" If lie had kept
for himself the advantages which he
gave you he would be as well educated
and as well gotten up as you. When in
the English parliament a member was
making great speech that was unan-
swerable lord derisively cried out:
Il remember you when you blaclzened
my fathers boots!" ''Yes,' replied the
man, land did not do it well?"
How much are we willing to sacrifice
for others? Christ is again on the
march, not from Bethpage to Jerusa-
| lem, but for the conquest of the world.
He will surely take it, but who will
furnish the palm branches for the
triumphant way? Self-sacrifce is the
word. There is. more money paid tc
destroy the world than to save it.
There are more buildings put up to ruin
the race than churches to evangelize
it. There is more depraved literature to
blast men than good literature to ele-
vate them. Oh, for a power to descend
upon us, all like that which whelmed
Charles g. Finney with mercy, when,
lneeling in his law Office, and before he
entered upon his apostolic career of
evangelization, he said: ''The Holy
| Ghost descended on me in manner
that seemed to go through me, body
and soul. l could feel the impression
like wave of electricity going through
me. Indeed, it seemed to come in
waves and waves of liquid love.
It seemed like the breath of
| God. / can recollect distinct
| ~ that it seemed to fan ME like
immense wings. l wept aloud with joy
and love. These waves came over me
and over me one after another, and,
until, recollect, cried out: 4 shall di,
if these waves continue to pass over me;'
said; Lord, l can not bear any
more" And, when gentleman came
into the Office and said: ''Mr. Finney,
you are in pain?' he replied, "No, but
so happy that can not live"
My hearers, the time will come when
upon the whole church of God will de-
scend such an avalanche of blessing,
and then the bringing Of the world to
| God will be a matter of a few years,
| perhaps few days or a few hours.
| Ride on, 0 Christ! for the evangelization
of all nations. Thou Christ who
didst ride on the unbrol1en colt
down the sides of Olivet, on the
white horse of eternal victory tide
through all nations, and may we, by
our prayers and our self-sacrifce
and our contributions and our consecra-
ti0n, throw palm branches in the way.
| clap my hands at the coming victory
| feel this morning as did the Israelites
when on their march to Canaan, they
| SdAhC LOU uilNtS1 Vi one palm
| tree, but of seventy palm trees, stand-
ing in an oasis among dozen gush-
ing fountains, or, as the Book
puts it; Twelve wells of water
and three score and ten palm
trees" Surely there are more than
seventy such great glorious souls pres
ent to-day. Indeed it is a mighty
grove of palm trees and I feel some
thing of the raptures which shall feel
when our last battle fought and our
last burden carried, and our last tear
wept, we shall become one of the null
titudes st. John describes clothed
in white robes and palms in their
hands, Hail thou bright, thou swift
advancing, and everlasting Palm Sun
day of the skies! Victors over sin
and sorrow and death and woe, from
the hills and valleys of the Heavenly
Palestine they have plucked the long,
broad, green leaves, and all the ran
somed-some in gates of pearl, and some
in battlements of amethysts and some
on streets of gold, and some on seas of
sapphire, they shall stand IN numbers
like the stars, in splendor like the morn.
waving their plans!
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