The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-06-23
IN. Seeing chat he could ACE escape.

moment or two before be got to the
verge of the plunge, he lifted a wine
bottle and drank it off, and then tossed
the bottle into the air. So there are
men who clutch the world, and they 60
down through the rapids of temptation
and sin, and they hold on to the very
last moment of life, drinking to their
eternal damnation as they go over and
go down.
Oh, let go! Let gol The best fortune.
are in Heaven. There are no abscond.
ing cashiers from that bank, no failing
in promises to pay. Set your affections
on things above, not on things on the
earth. Let go! Depend upon it thai
God will keep upon you the staff or the
rod or the iron wheel until you do LET
go.
Another thing my text teaches us is
that Christian sorrow is going to have
a sure terminus My text says: Bread
corn is bruised, because He will not be
ever threshing it." Blessed be God for
that! Pound away, fail. Turn on,
o wheel! Your work will soon be
done. He will not be ever threshing
it." Now the Christian has almost as
much use in the organ for the stop
tremulant as he has for the trumpet.
But after awhile he will put the last
dirge into the Portfolio forever. So
much of us as is wheat will be sepa-
rated from so much as is chaff, and
there will be no more need of pound
| ing.
They never cry in Heaven, because
they have nothing to cry about There
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shall have your friends all round about
you. There are no tears of poverty,
because each one sits at the Kings table
and has his own chariot of salvation
and free access to the wardrobe where
princes get their array. No tears of
sickness, for there are no pneumonias
on the air and no malarial exhalations
from the rolling river of life, and no
crutch for the lame limb and no splint
for the broken arm, but the pulses
throbbing with the health of the eter-
nal God in climate like our June be-
fore the blossoms or our gorgeous Octo-
Der before the leaves scatter
In that land the souls will talk over
the different modes of threshing. Oh!
the story of the staff that struck the
fitches, and the rod that beat the cum
min, and the iron wheel that went over
the corn. DAME; will describe the
lions, and Jonah leviathan, and Paul
the elmwood whips with which he was
scourged, and Eve will tell how aro-
matte Eden was the day she leftit, and
John Rogers will tell of the smart of
the flame, and Elijah of the fiery team
that wheeled him up the sky-steeps,
and Christ of the numbness and par
oxysm and hemorrhages of the awful
crucifxion. There they are before the
throne of God. On one elevation all
those who were struck of the staff. On
a higher elevation all those who were
struck of the rod. On highest eleva-
ton and amid the highest attitudes of
Heaven, all those who were under the
wheel. He will not ever be thresh-
ing it.
Obi my hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text to make a plaster
large enough TO heal all your wounds?
When child is hurt, the mother is
very apt to say to it: "Now, it will
soon feel better" And that is what
God says when He unbosoms all the
trouble in the hush of this great prom
u,
but joy cometh in the morning." You
may leave your pocket handkerchief
sopping wet with tears ON your death
pillow, but you will go up absolutely
sarrowless. They will wear black;
you will wear white. Expresses for
them; palms for you.
You will say: ''Is it possible l am
here? Is this Heaven? Am so pure
now will never do anything wrong3
Am so well that will never again be
sick? Are these companions so FIRM
that they will never again be broken?
Is that Mary? Is that John? Is that
my loved one l put away into dark
ness? Can it be that these are the
faces of those who lay so wan and ema-
ciated in the back room on that awful
night dying? Oh, how radiant they
arel Look at themi How radiant |
they are!
"Why, how unlike this place is from |
what thought when L left the world |
below. Ministers drew pictures of this |
land, but how tame compared with the |
reality! They told me on earth that |
death was sunset No, no! 1t is sum
rise! Glorious sunrisel 1 see the light |
now purpling the hills, and the clouds |
flame with the coming day"
Then the gates of Heaven will be |
opened, and the entranced soul, with |
the acuteness and the power of the |
vision, will look ten thousands
of miles down upon the hammered pro-
river of shimmering splendor
and will cry: ''Who are they?" And
the angel of God, standing close by, |
will say: Don't you know who they
are?' mo" says the entranced soul,
81 can not guess who they are" The
angel will say: 81 will tell you, then,
who they are. These are they who
came out of great tribulation, or thresh-
ing, and had their robes washed and
made white in the blood of the Lamb. !"
Oh! that / could administer some of
these drops of celestial anodyne to
those nervous and excited souls. II
you would take enough of it it would
cure all your pangs. The thought that
you are going to get through with this
after awhile, all this sorrow and all
this trouble. We shall have a great
many grand days in Heaven, but !
will tell you which Will be the grand
est day of all the million ages of Heav-
en-. You say: ''Are you sure you eau
tell me?" Yes, l can. It will be the
day we get there. Some say Heaven
is growing more glorious l suppose
IL is; but / do not care much about
that. Heaven now is good enough for
me.
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