The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-07-05

arm holding You up; but while you
look at that arm there comes into the
feeble muscles of it the strength of the
eternal God. No childing. No fret
ting. No telling you about the beau.
tiful house of her father, from which
you brought her ten, twenty or thirty
years ago. You say: We'll, this is the
happiest day of my life. am glad
have got from under my burden.
My wife don't care-I don't care" Al
ed God sent a Deborah to meet the
host of Amalekites, and scatter them
like chaff over the plain.
There are sometimes women who sit
reading sentimental novels, and who
wish that they had some grand field
in which to display their Christian
powers. Oh, what grand and glorious
things they could do if they only had
an opportunity My sister, you need
not wait for any such time. A crisis
will come in your affairs. There will
be Thermopylae in your own house
hold, where God will tell you to stand.
There are hundreds of households
where as much courage is demanded
of woman as was exhibited by Grace
Darling, or Marie Antoinette. or Joan
of Arc.
Woman is further endowed to bring
us into the Kingdom of Heaven. 1t is
easier for woman to be Christian than
for a man. Why? You say she is
weaker. No. Her heart is more re-
sponsive to the pleadingS of Divine
love. The fact that she can more
easily become a Christian, l prove
by the statement that three
fourths of the members of the
churches in Christendom are women.
So God appoints them to be the
chief agencies for bringing this world
back to God. The greatest sermons are
not preached on celebrated platforms;
they are preached with an audience of
two or three and in private home life.
A patient, loving. Christian demeanor
in the presence of transgression, in the
presence of hardness, in the presence
of obduracy and crime, is an argument
from the force of which no man can
escape.
Lastly, one of the specific rights of
woman is, through the grace of
Christ, finally to reach Heaven. Oh,
what multitude of women in Heaven!
Mary, Christ's mother, in Heaven;
Elizabeth Fry in Heaven; Charlotte
Eliza beth in Heaven; the mother of
Augustine in Heaven; the countess of
Huntingdon-who sold her splendid
jewels to build chapels-in Heaven;
while a great many others who
have never been heard of on earth,
or known but little, have gone
to the rest and peace of Heaven. What
a rest! What change it was from the
small room, with no fire and one win
dow, the glass broken out, and the
aching side and WORKOUT eyes, to the
"house of many mansionsI' No more
stitching until twelve o'clock at night,
no more thrusting of the thumb
by the employer through the work
to show that it was not done
quite right. Plenty of bread at
last. Heaven for aching heads.
Heaven for broken hearts. Heaven for
anguish bitten frames. Nomore sitting
up until midnight for the coming of
staggering steps. No more rough blows
across the temples. No more sharp.
keen, bitter curses. Some of you will
have no rest in this world. It will be
toll and struggle and suffering all the
way up. You will have to stand
at your door fighting back the
wolf with your own hand, red with
carnage But God has a crown for
you. 1 want you to realize that He is
now making it, and whenever you
weep a tear He sets another gem in
that crown; whenever you have pang
of body or soul, He puts another gem
in that crown, until, after awhile, in
all the tiara there will be no room for
another splendor, and God will say to
His angel: "The crown is done; let
her up that she may wear it."
And as the Lord of righteous
ness puts the crown upon your
brow, angel will cry to angel, who is
she?' and Christ will say: II will tell
came up out of great tribu1ation, and
had her robe washed and made white
in the blood of the Lamb" And then
God will spread banquet, and
He will invite all the principali-
ties of Heaven to sit at the
feast; and the tables will blush with
the best clusters from the vineyards
of God, and crimson with the twelve
manner of fruits from tho tree of life,
and waters from the fountain of the
rock will wash from the golden tank
ards; and old harpers of Heaven will
sit there, making music with their
harps; and Christ will point you out,
amid the celebrities of Heaven, say
ing: "She suffered with me on earth,
now we are are going to be glorif1ed to-
gether." And the banqueters, no long
err able to hold their peace, will break
forth with cOngratulation. "HaiIl
HALL" And there will be handwriting
on the wall-not such as struck the
Persian noblemen with horror. but
with fire-tipped fingers, writing in
blazing capitals of light and love and
victory. God has wiped away all
tears from all faces"
The Best Husband.
No man, in my opinion, can be the
best husband until he is the minister
of b;e 70 roi1u As the hO1ua iS the first