The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-03-16
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ment." But III was nOb your oAVO
was His own. Not only enough to req
den His garments and to redden his
horse. but enough to wash away the
Sins of the world. Oh, the blood on
His brow, the blood on His hands, the
blood on His feet, the blood on His side
It seems as if an artery must have been
cut. a.f a.a.sa,..
There IL fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuels veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that HOOD
Lose all their guilty stains. 80
Or uerhars the mother fingers long
enough to see son get on the wrong
road and his former kindness becomes
rough reply when she expresses
anxiety about him. But she goes
right on, looking carefully after his
apparel, remembering his every birth
dav with some memento, and when he
is brought home worn out with dlsSlpa-
tfon, nurses him till he gets well ana
starts him again, and hopes, ana e4'
poets, and prays, and counsels' ano
suffers, until her strength gives out
and she fails. She is going, and at
tendants, bending over her pillow
ask her if. she has any message TO
leave, and she makes great efrort 10
saw something, but out.of three or four
minutes of indistinet utterance they
can catch but three words: MY poor
bovr' The simple fact is she died for
him. Life for life. substitution.
About thirty-four years ago there
went forth from our homes hundreds
of thousands of men to do battle for
their country. All the poetry OF batCiO
soon vanished and left them nothing
but the terrible prose. They waded
knee-deep in mud. They slept in snow
banks. They marched till their cut
feet tracked the earth. They were
svVindled out of their honest rntionAs
and lived on meal not fit for 2
dog. They had jaws all fractured
and ewes extinguished, and limbs
shot away. Thousands of them cried
for water as they lay dying on the
field the night after the battle, ana
got it not. They were homesick, and
received no message for their loved
ones. They died in barnsfin bushes
in bitches, the buzzards of the sum
mer heat the only attendant on
their obsequies. No one but the
! infinite God who knows every
thing. knows the ten thousandth
part of the length, and breadth, ana
depth, height of anguish of the north
ern and southern battlefelds. why
| did these fathers leave their children
and 90 to the front, and why did these
Young men, postponing the marriage
| dav, start out into the probabilities OF
never coming backl For the country
they died. Life for life. Blood for
blood. substitution 4f
But we need not go so far What Is
that monument in Greenwood? IL rs
to the doctors who fell in the southern
epidemics. Why go? Were there not
enough sick to be attended in these
northern ls titudes? Oh, yes; but the
doctor puts a few medical books IN his
valise and some vials of medicine
and leaves his patients here in
the hands of other physicians,
and takes the rail-train. Before he
gets to the infected regions he
passes crowded rail-trains, regular and
extra, taking the flying and afrighted
popuIations. He arrives In a city
over which a great horror is brooding.
He goes from couch to couch, feeliog
of pulse and studying symptoms, and
prescribing day after day, night after
night, until a fellow physician says:
doctor, you had better go home and
rest; YOU look miserable" But he can
not rest while so many are suffering.
On and on, until some morning mas
him in a delirium, in which he talks Oh
! home, and then rises and says ne must
go and look after those patients he
, is told to lie down; but he fights his
attendants until he falls back, and rs
weaker and weaker, and dies for people
with whom he had no lxinship, and far
; ayyav from his own family, and is has
, tilv put away in strangers tomb, and
: onlv the fifth part of a newspaper line
: tells us of his sacrifce-his name just
: mentioned among five. Yet he has
1 touched the furthest height of sublim
n itv in that three weeks of humanita
: rian service. He goes straight as an
arrow to the bosom of Him who said
: 81 was sick and ye visited Me-" Life
i for life. Blood for blood Substitu
. / tion!
o Some of our modern theologians who
Q want to give God lessons about th'
& best way to save the world tell us theI
q do not want any blood in their redernp
o ton. They want to take His horse D,
n the bit and hurI him back on III
x tIbaunches and tell this rider from Boz
Ir rah TO 90 around some other. way
D. Look out, lest ye fall under the hyini
,t hoofrof His horse; lest We go dow
n under the sword Of this Conqueror from
# Rozrah. What meant the blood OF th
Z, piqeons in the old dispensation? tn
n blood of the Bul1ock2 the blood of tn
"a beifer9 of the lamb? 1t meant =
prophesy the cleansing blood OF thi
~ Conoueror who came from Bozrat
At "traveling in the greatness OF Hi
n strength" / catch a handful OF Tn
s. red torrent that rushes out fror
81 the heart of the Lord, and no'
n throw it over this audienc'
as hoping that one drop of its cleansin
s. power may come upon. your soul.
or Jesusl in that crimson tide wash ou
in souls! We accept Thy sacrificed Cor
oueror of Bozrah, have mercy upon ui
al We throw our garments in the way
it We fall into linel Ride on, jesus rio
ne on! Travelling, travelling in the grea
~ ness of Thy strength" ssL 1914
"a But after awhile, the returning Coz
es nueror will reach the gate, and all th
tn armies of the saved will be with HIN
n I hope you will be there. and will
he there. AS we go through the gate an
On around about the throne for the r
he view. "a great multitude that no ma
af can number''-al Heaven can te
We without asking, right away, whic
one is Jesus, not only because
hn the brightness of His face, but b