The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-06-02

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human medicament. / believe in it.
When the slightest thing occurs in the
way of sickness In my household we
always run for the doctor do not
want to despise medicine. If you can
not sleep nights do not despise bro
mide of potassium. If you have
nervous paroxysm do not despise
morphine. If you want to strengthen
up your system do not despise
quinine as tonic. Use all right and
and proper medicines. But want you
to bring your insomnia, and bring yons
irritability, and bring all your weak
nesses, and with them touch Christ.
Touch Him not only on the hem of His
garments, but touch Him on the shout
der where He carries our burden, touch
Him on the head where He remembers
all our sorrows, touch Him on the
heart, the center of all His sympathies-
Oh, yes, Paul was right when he said:
I'VE have not high priest who can
not be touched"
The factis, Christ Himself is nervous.
All those nights out of doors in mala-
rial disticts where an Englishman or
an American dies if he goes at certain
seasons Sleeping out of doors SO many
nights as Christ did, and so hungry,
and His feet wet with the wash of the
sea and the wilderness tramp and the
persecution and the outrage must have
broken down His nervous system-a
fact proved by the statement that He
lived SO short a time on the cross.
That is lingering death, ordinarily,
and many sufferer on the cross has
writhed in pain twenty-four hours,
forty-eight hours. Christ lived only
six. Why? He was exhausted before
He mounted the bloody tree. Oh, it is
WORKOUT Christ, sympathetic with
all people worn out.
A Christian woman went to the Tract
house, in New York, and asked for
tracts for distribution. The first day
she was out on her Christian errand
she saw policeman taking an intoxi-
Gated woman to the station house.
After the woman was discharged from
custody this Christian tract distributor
saw her coming away, all unkempt
and unlovely. The tract distributor
went up, threw her arms around her
neck and kissed her. The woman said:
80, my God, why do you kiss me?"
"Well," replied the other, ST think
Jesus Christ told me to-" ''Oh, no" the
woman said, don't you kiss me; it
breaks my heart. Nobody has kissed
me since my mother died" But that
sisterly kiss brought her to Christ;
started her on the road to Heaven.
The world wants sympathy; it is dying
for sympathy, large-hearted Christian
sympathy. There is Omnipotence in
the touch. Oh, am SO glad that when
we touch Christ, Christ touches us.
The knuckles and the limbs and the
joints, all falling apart with that liv-
ing death called the leprosy, a
man is brought to Christ. A hundred
doctors could not cure him. The wisest
surgery would stand appalled, before
that loathsome patient. What did Christ
do? He did not amputate, He did not
poultice, He did not scarify. He
touched him and he was well. The
mother-in-law of the Apostle Peter
was in raging fever; brain fever, ty-
phoid fever, or what, do not know.
Christ was the physician. He offered no
febrifuge, He prescribed no drops, He
did not put her on plain diet. He touched
her and she was perfectly well.
Two blind men come stumbling into
a room where Christ is. They are en-
tirely sightless. Christ did not lift the
eyelid to see whether it was cataract
or ophthalmy. He did not put the
men into a dark room for three or four
weeks. He touched them and they saw
everything. A man came to Christ.
The drum of his ear had ceased to vi
brate and he had suffered tongue.
Christ touched the ear and he heard,
touched his tongue and he articulated.
There is a funeral coming out of that
gate, widow following her only boy
to the grave. Christ can not stand it,
and He puts His hand on the hearse
and the obsequies turn into a resur-
rection day.
o, my brother, I am glad when we
touch Christ with our sorrows He
touches us. When out of your grief
and vexation you put your hand on
Christ it wealxens all human reminis-
ence. Are we tempted? He was
tempted. Are we sick? He was sick.
Are we prosecuted. He was prosecuted.
Are we bereft? He was bereft.
st. Yoo of Kermartin one morning
went out and saw beggar asleep on
his doorstep. The beggar had been all
night in the cold. The next night ST.
Yoo compelled this beggar to come up
in the house and sleep in the saints
bed, while ST. Yoo passed the night on
the doorstep IN the cold. Somebody
asked him why that eccentricity.
He replied; 'Tt isn't an eccen-
tricity. / want to know how the poor
suffer; / want to know their agonies
that may sympathize with them, and,
therefore, selpt on this cold step last
night" This is the way Christ knows
SO much about our sorrows. He slept
on the cold doorstep of an inhospitable
world that would not let Him in. He
is sympathetic now with all the suffer
ing and all the tired and all the per-
picked. Oh, why do you not go and
touch Him?
You utter your voice in a mountain
pass and there come back ten echoes,
twenty echoes, thirty echoes perhaps,
weird echoes. Every voice of prayer,
every ascription of praise, every groan
of distress, has Divine response and
celestial reverberation, and all the gal
leries of Heaven are filed with sympa-
thetic echoes, and throngs of minister
ing angels echo, and the temples of the
redeemed echo, and the hearts of God
the Father, God the Son and God the
Holy Ghost echo and re-echo.
/ preach a Christ SO near you can
touch Him-touch Him with your guilt
and get pardon-touch Him with your