The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-10-04

IT, Guy. GHflSE can 1esS- nBnAn
come out; the work Is done; He can
never get through this logical web we
have been spinning" The day will
come when the Lion OF Judah's tribe
will raise Himself and come forth and
shake mighty the nations What then
all your gossamer tHreadsf. What is q
spideF's web to an afouscd lion? Do
not fret, then, about the worlds going
backward. 1t Is going forward.
Yon stand on the banks of the sea
When the tide is fisitie. The almanac
says tie tide Is rising, but the wa9c
comes up to certain point. and then
1t recedes. why" you say. 1.-The tide
is going back" No, it is not. The
next wave comes up little higher,
and it goes back. Again you say the
tide Is going OFT. And the next time
the wave comes to Higher Point;
and then to higher point Notwith-
standing all these recessions. at last
all she shipping of the world knows
1t Is high tide. So it Is with
the cause Of Christ in the world. One
year 1t comes mp to one point, and we
are greatly encouraged. Then 1t
Seems to go back NEXT year: We say
the tide is going o}it. Eext SeFr it
comss to higher point and falls back,
and next year it comes to still higher
point and falls back; but all the time
IL is Edvarcigg, until it shall be full
tide, "and the earth shall be full OF
the knowledge of God rs the waters
fill the sea-"
Again, learn from this subject that
Christ is God and man in the same per-
ssn. 20 Into the back part of that
Boat and / look on Cbrist's sleeping
face; and sSe in that facs tie story o.
eofraw aid WEAKNESS, Rbd d deeper
shadow comes over His face, and / think
He must be dreaming of the cross that
is to come. AS l stand on the back
part of the boat looking on His face,
] sayl He is Mani He is Mani
But when / see Him come to the brow
of the boat, and the sea kneels in His
presence, and the winds fold their
wings at His coIfiniand, sayi ''He Is
Godi lie is Godi' The hand that set
up the starry piliara Of the tiniFefse
wiping away the tears of an orphanl
When l want pity and sympathy, go
into the back part of this boat, and I
look at Him, and 1 say: 20
Lord Jesus, thou weary one,
thou suffering one, have mercy
On me-" "Ecce homol' Behold
the mani But when l want cour-
sgs for the conflict of life, when
want some one to beat down my ene-
mics, when / want faith for the great
future, then come to the front of the
boat, and / see Christ standing there
in all His omnipotence. and l say: 20.
Christ, Thou who couldst hush tho
storm, can hush all my sorrows, all my
temptations. all my fears" 'Ecce
DeusI" Behold the Godt
learn also from this subject that
Christ can hush the tempest. Some of
you, my hearers, have heavy load of
troubles. Some of you have wept until
you can weep no more. Perhaps God
took the sweetest child out of your
house-the ono that asked the most
curious questions-the one that hung
around you with greatest fondness. The
grave-digger's spade cut down through
your bleeding heart Or perhaps it was
the only one that you had, and your
soul has ever since been like o desc
lated castle, where the birds of the
night boot, amid the falling towers
and along the crumbling stairway. Or
perhaps it was an aged mother that
was called away. You used to send for
her when you had any kind of trouble.
She was in your home to welcome
your children into life. and when
they died she was there to pity
you. You know that the old
hand will never do any more kind
nesses for you, and the lock of white
hair that you keep so we'll in the cas-
l1et of the locket does not look so well
as 1t did on the day when she moved
it back from the wrinlled forehead
under the old-fashioned bonnet in the
church in the country. Or perhaps
your property has gone. You said
There, L have SO much in bank
stock, SO much 1 have in houses,
so much l have in lands, SO
much / have in securities.
Suddenly. it is all gone. Alasi for the
man who once had plenty of money,
but who has hardly enough now for
the morning marketing. No storm
ever swept over Gennesaret like that
which has gone trampling its thunders
over your quaking soul. But you
awoke Christ in the back part of the
ship, crying, Master, carest thou not
that perish?" and Christ rose up and
quieted you. Jesus hushing the temp
est.
There is one storm into which we
must all run. When a man let's go this
life to take hold of the next. do not
care how much grace he has, he will
want it all. What is that out yonder?
That is a dying Christian rocked on
the surges of death. Winds that have
wrecked magnificent fotillas Of pomp
and worldly power come down on
that Christian soul. All the spirits
of darkness seem to be let loose, for it
it is their last chance. The wailing
of kindred seems to mingle with the
swirl of the waters, and the scream OF
the wind and the thunder of the sky.
Deep to deep, billow to billow; yet no
tremor, no gloom, no terror, no signing
for the dying Christian. The fact is
that from the back part of the boat
voice sings out! "When thou passest
through the waters, 1 will be with
thee" BY the fash Of the storm the
dying Christian sees that the harDor is
only just ahead. From heavenly cas-
ties voices of welcome come over the
waters. Peace drops on the angry
wave as the storm sobs itself to rest
like a child falling asleep amid tears
and trouble Christ has hushed the
tempest.
Tine Newest Elephant story.
The entrance Of the great Interna-
tional menagerie in procession into the