The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-06-23

LICK On tue part OF those VINO are II
the same kind of business that You are
but God intended to overrule for your
immortal help. ''Oh," you say, there
is no need talking that way to me-
don't like to be cheated and out
ragged" heather does the corn like the
corn-threHher; but after IL has beer
threshed and winnowed it has great
deal better opinion of winnowing mills
and corn-thresherss
well" yot say, IF / could choose
my troubles I would be willing to be
troubled" All, my brother, then il
would not be trouble. You would
choose something that would not hurt
and unless it hurts it does not get
sanctified. Your trial, perhaps. may
be childlessness. You are fond of chill
dren. You say: "Why does God send
children to that other household where
they are unwelcome, and are beaten
and banged about, when / would have
taken them into the arms of my affec-
tions?" You say: ANY other trial but
this" Your trial, perhaps, may be a
disfgured countenance, or face that
is easily caricatured, and you say: "Oh,
l could endure anything if only was
good looking" And your trial, per-
haps, is a violent temper, and you have
to drive it like six unbroken horses
amid the gunpowder explosions
of great holiday, and ever
and anon it runs away with
you. Your trial is the asthma.
You say: "Oh. if it were rheumatism,
or neuralgia, or erysipelas, but it is
asthma, and it is such an exhausting
thing to breathe" Your trouble is a
husband, short, sharp, snappy and
cross about the house, and raising a
small riot because button is off. How
could you know the button is off?
Your trial is wife ever in contest with
the servants, and she is sloven.
Though she was very careful about her
appearance in your presence once, now
she is careless because she said her
fortune is made. Your trial is a hard
school lesson you can not learn, and
you have bitten your finger-nails until
they are a sight to behold. Every
body has some vexation or annoyance,
or trial, and he or she thinks it is the
one least adapted. Anything but
this" all say. Anything but this"
Oh, my nearer, are you not ashamed
to be complaining all this time against
God? Who manages the affairs of this
world, anyhow? Is 1T an infinite Mo-
doc, or Sitting Bull savage2 or an
Mana Sahib? No; it is the
most merciful and glorious and
wise Being in all the universe.
You can not teach Omnipotence
You have fretted and wor-
ried almost enough. Do you not
think so? Some of you are making
yourselves ridiculous in the sight of
the angels. Here is a naval architect,
and he draws out the plan of ship
of many thousand tons Many work
men are engaged on it for long while.
The ship is done; and some day, with
the flags up and the air gorgeous with
bunting, that vessel is launched for
southampton. At that time lad six
years of age comes running down the
lock with a toy boat, which he has
made with his own jack-knife; and he
says: "Here, my boat is better than
yours. Just look at this jib-boom and
these weather cross jack braces" and
ne drops his little boat beside the
great ship, and their Is a roar
If laughter on the docks. All,
ny friend, that great ship
S your life as God planned it-vast,
nillion-tonned, ocean-destined, eter-
lity. bound. That little boat is your
life as you are trying to hew it out,
ind fashion it, and launch it. All, do
lot try to be a rival of the great Je-
lovah. God is always right and in
line cases out of ten you are wrong.
lie sends just the hardships, just the
just the cross that it is
,est for you to have. He knows what
lind of grain you are, and he sends the
light kind of threshinG- 1t
viii be rod, or staff, or iron wheel,
ust according as you are fitches, or
or corn.
Again: My subject teaches us that God
ceeps trial on us until we let GO The
armer shouts "whoav' to his horses as
DON as the grain has dropped from the |
talk. The farmer comes with his
ork and losses up the straw; and he
ees that the straw has let go the grain, |
nd the grain is thoroughly threshed. |
10 God. Shifting rod and turning |
Wheel, both cease as soon as we let go. |
We hold on to this world with its |
'leasures, and riches, and emoluments, |
nd our hnuckles are so firmly set that |
seems as if we could hold on forever. |
iod comes along with some thresh- |
ng trouble and beats us loose. |
We started under the delusion that |
his was a great world. We
earned out of our geography that it |
vas so many thousand miles in dame
er and SO many thousand miles in cir
umference, and we said: 30 my, what |
world!'' Trouble came in after-life, |
nd this trouble sliced off one part of |
he world, and that trouble sliced off |
mother part of the world, and it has |
.ot to be smaller world, and, in some |
f your estimations, a very insignifi-
ant world; and it is depreciating all |
he time as a spiritual property. Ten
er cent. off, fifty per cent. off, and
here are those here who would not
i've ten cents for this world-for the
ntire world-as soul-possession.
We thought that friendship was a
reat thing. In school we used to
grite compositions about friendship;
nd perhaps we made our graduating
peech on commencement day on
Oh. it was charmed
hing; but does it mean as much to you
S it used to? You have gone on in
lie, and one friend has betrayed you,
nd another friend has misinterpreted
on, and another friend has neglected
GU. and friendship comes now some
ines to mean to you merely another
X to grind!
So with money. We thought if man