The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-05-11

more dear to Him than our beloved
dead to US? No. We have a right to
weep. Our tears must come. You
shall not drive them back to scald the
heart. They fall into Gods bottle.
Afflicted ones have died because they
coud not weep. Thank God for the
sweet, the mysterious relief that
comes to us in tearsi Under
this gentle rain the flowers OF
corn put forth their bloom. God pity
that dry, withered, parched, all-con-
suming grief that wrings its hands,
and grinds its teeth, and bites its nails
unto the quick, but can not weepI We
may have found the comfort of the
Cross, and yet ever after show that in
the dark night, and by the brook Jab-
box, we were trouble-touched.
Again, we may take the idea of the
text and announce the approach of the
day-dawn. No one was ever more glad
to see the morning than was Jacob
after that night of struggle. It is ap-
propriate for philanthropists and
Christians to cry out with this angel of
the text: ''The day breaketh." !" The
worlds prospects are Frightening. The
strength to go forth ''fair as the moon,
clear as the sun and terrible as an
army with banners" Clap your hands,
all We people, the day breaketh. The
bigotries of the earth are perishing.
The time was when we were told that
If we wanted to get to Heaven we
must be immersed or sprinkled; or we
must believe in the perseverance of the
saints, or in falling away from grace,
or liturgy or no liturgy; or they
must be Calvinists, or Arminians, in
order to reach Heaven. We have all
come to confess now that these are
non-essentials in religion.
During my vacation, one summer, /
was in Presbyterian audience, and it
was sacramental day, and with CRATE
full heart / received the holy COM
munion. On the next Sabbath I was
in Methodist church. and sat at
love feast. On the following Sabbath
I was in an Episcopal church, and
knelt at the altar and received the
consecrated bread. / do not know
which service enjoyed the most. 81
believe in the communion of saints
and in life everlasting" 1.-THE day
breaketh."
AS look upon this audience, I see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In Gods name proclaim
cessation of hostilities. You shall not
go always saddened and heart
broken. God will lift your burden. God
will bring your dead to life. God
viii stanch the hearts blessing. know
lie will. Like as father pities his
children, so the Lord pities you. The
pains of earth viii end. The tomb will
burst. The dead will rise. The morn
ing star trembles on Frightening sky.
The gates of the east begin to swing
open. The day breaketh.
Luther and Melancthon were talk
ing together gloomily about the pros
poets of the church. They could see
no hope of deliverance. After awhile
Luther got up and said to Melancthon:
Come, Philip, let us sing the forty
sixth psalm of David; God is our
refuge and strength, very present
help in trouble. Therefore will not
we fear, though the earth is moved,
and though the mountains be carried
into the midst of the sea; though the
waves thereof roar and be troubled;
though the mountains shake with tho
swelling thereof. Selah. "
Death to many, nay to all, is a
struggle and wrestle. We have
many friends that it will be hard to
leave. I care not how bright our
future hope is. 1t is bitter thing to
look upon this fair world and know
that we shall never again see
its blossoming spring, its fall
ing fruits, its sparkling streams,
and to say farewell to those
with whom we played in child
hood or counseled in manhood. In that
night, like Jacob. we may have to
wrestle. but God will not leave us un-
blessed. 1t shall not be told in Heaven
that a dying soul cried unto God for
help, but was not delivered. The lat.
tice may be turned to keep out the sun,
or book set to dim the light of the
midnight taper; or the room may be
filed with the cries of orphanage and
widowhood; or the church of Christ
may mourn over our going; but IL
Jesus calls, all is well. The strong
wrestling by the brook will cease; the
hour of deaths night will pass along;
one o'clock in the morning; two o'clock
in the morning; four o'clock in the
morning; the day breaketh.
So / would have it when l die. I am
in no haste to be gone. hase no
grudge against this world. The only
fault have to find with the world is
that it treats me too well, but when
the time comes to go l trust to be
ready, my worldly affairs all settled. If
l have wronged others l want, then,
to be sure of their forgiveness. In
that last wrestling, my arm enfeebled
with sickness, and my head faint,
want Jesus beside me. If there be
hands on this side of the flood stretched
out to hold me back, want the Heav-
enly hands stretched out to draw
me forward. Then, o Jesus, help
me on and help me up. Unfearing, uD-
doubling, may step right out into the
light, and be able to look back to my
kindred and friends who would detain
me here, exclaiming: Let me go-let
me gol the day breaketh.
Selfish Motive.
1t is not always true that one must
say just what he thinks To say what
o,a doas not fhinLx is q aIxvauS vvrorer