The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-04-26

| They lie dormant and insensible, but
soon the south wind will blow the
resurrection trumpet, and the air and
/ the earth will be full of them. Do you
not think that God can do as much for
our bodies as he does for the wasps,
and the spiders. and the snaiis? This
morning at half past four o'clock there
vas a resurrection. Out of the nigh
the day. In a few weeks there
will be a resurrection in all our gar
dens. Why not some day resurrec-
tion amid all the graves? Ever and
anon there are instances of men and
women entranced. A trance in death,
followed by resurrection in a few days.
Total suspension of mental power and
voluntary action. Rev. VIM. Tennent
"a great evangelist of the last gem
Grafton, of whom DIR. Archibald
Alexander, a man far from be
ing sentimental, wrote in most
eulogistic terms-Rev. VIM. Tennent
seemed to die. His spirit seemed
to have departed. People came in day
after day and said: "He is dead; he is
dead" But the soul returned and
VIM. Tennent lived to write out ex-
periences of what he had seen while
his soul was gone. It may be found
some time that what is called sus-
pended animation or comatose state is
brief death, giving the soul an excur-
sion into the next world, from which
it comes back-a furlough of few
hours-granted from the conflict of
life to which it must return.
i called at my friends house one
summer day. l found the yard piled
up with rubbish of carpenters and
masons work. The door was off.
The plumbers had torn up the floor.
The roof was lifted in cupola. All the
pictures were gone, and the paper
hangers were doing their work. All
the modern improvements were being
introduced into that dwelling. There
was not a room in the house fit to live
in ut that time, although a month be-
fore when | visited that house every
thing was so beautiful could not have
suggested an Improvement. My friend
had gone with his family to the Holy
Land, expecting to come back at the
end of six months, when the building
was to be done. And oh! what was his
joy when at the end of six months he
larged and improved and glorifed.
That is your body. 1t looks well now.
And the rooms filled with health, and
we could hardly make a suggestion.
But after awhile your soul will go to
the Holy Land, and while you are gone
the old house of your tabernacle will
be entirely reconstructed from cell
lar to attic; every nerve, muscle,
and bone and tissue and artery
must be hauled over, and the old struc-
ture'will be FURNISHED and adorned and
raised and cupoloed and enlarged, and
all the improvements of Heaven intro
duced, and you will move into it on
resurrection day. For we know that,
if earthly house of this tabernacle
were dissolved, we have building of
God, a house not made with hands,
eternal in the Heavens" Oh, what a
day when body and soul meet againl
They are very fond of each other. Did
your body ever have pain and your
soul not re-echo it? Or, changing
the question, did your soul ever
any trouble and your body not
sympathize with it, growing wan
and weak under the depressing infiu-
ence? Or, did your soul ever have a
gladness but your body celebrated it
with kindled eye and cheek and elas-
tic step? Surely, God never intended
two such good friends to be very long
separated. And so when the worlds
last Easter morning shall come, the
soul win descend, crying: where is
my body?" and the body will ascend,
saying: Where is my soul?" and the
Lord of the resurrection will bring
them together and it will be perfect
soul in perfect body, introduced by
a perfect Christ into a perfect Heaven.
VictoryI
Only the bad disapprove of the res
direction. A cruel heather warrior
heard Mr.. Moffat, the missionary,
preach about the resurrection, and he
said to the missionary: "Will my father
rise in the last day?" YES" said the
missionary. "Will all the dead in bat
tie rise?" said the cruel chieftain.
Yes" said the missionary.
Then" said the warrior, ''let
me hear no more about the
resurrection day. There can be no
resurrection, there shall be no resur-
rection. Fhave slain thousands in bat
tie. VIII they rise2" All! there will
be more to rise on that day than those
want to see whose crimes have never
been repented of. But for all 9TH
ers who allowed Christ to bo
their pardon, and life, and resur-
rection, it will be day of
victory The thunder of the last day
will be the salvo that greets you into
harbor. The lightnings will be the
only torches of triumphal procession
marching down to escort you home.
The burning world flashing through
immensity will be the rockets
celebrating your coronation on
thrones, where you will reign
forever, and forever, and for
ever. Where is death? What have we
to do with death? AS your reunited
body and soul swing off from thi.
planet on that last day, you will see
deep gashes all up and down
the hills, deep gashes all through
the valleys, and they will be
the emptied graves, they will be
the abandoned sepulchers, with
rough ground tossed on either side of
them, and slabs will lie uneven on tha
rent hillocks, and there will be fallen
monuments and cenotaphs, and then
for the first time you will appreciate
the full exhilaration of the text: HE
will swallow up death in victory"
Hall the Lord of earth and Heavenl
Praise to Thee by both be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the resurrection ThouI
We are not our own; we ale bought
with price; and nothing short of ar