The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-08-09
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perhaps they have optical instrn.
ments strong enough 10 descry Us
The mole can not see the eagle mid
sky, but the eagle mid sky can see tho
mole mid grass We are able to see
mountains and caverns of another
world; but perhaps the inhabitants OF
other worlds can see the towers of our
cities, the fash of our seas, the march
ing of our professions, the white robes
of our weddings, the black scarfs OF
our obsequies.
1t passes out from the guess into the
positive when we are told in the Bible
that the inhabitants of other worlds
do come as convoy to this. Are they
not all ministering spirits sent forth
to minister to those who shall be heirs
of salvation? But human inspection,
and angelic inspection, and stellar in
! spection, and lunar inspection, and
solar inspection are tame compared
with the thought of a Divine in
| spection. You converted me TWEEN
ty years ago." said a black man to
my father. How SOP" said my
father. Twenty years ago." said tho
other, lin the old schOolhouse prayer
meeting at Bound Brook you said III
prayer, Thou, God seest me- and l
had no peace under the eye of God un-
| til l became a Christian" Hear 1t.
1.-THE eyes of the Lord are in every
/ place" ''His eyelids try the children
of men," His eyes were as a flame of
fire. "''I will guide thee with mine eye.
Oh, the eye of God, SO full of pity,
so full of power, SO full of love, so full
of Indignation. so full of compassion,
so full of mercy! How it peers through
the darkness! How it outshines the
day! How it glares upon the offender!
How it beams on the penitent soul.
Talk about the human eye as being in
| describably wonderful-hOw much
more wonderful the great, searching,
overwhelming eye of God? All eter-
nifty past and all eternity to come on
| that retina.
The eyes with which we look into
each others face to-day suggest it. 1t
stands written twice on your face and
twice on mine. unless through casualty
one or both have been obiiterated.
"He that formed the eye, shall He not
see?" Oh, the eye of God! 1t sees our
sorrows to assuage Them, sees our
perplexites to disentangle them, sees
our wants to sympathize with them.
If we fight Him back, the eye Of
an antagonist. If we ask His grace,
the eye of an everlasting friend. You
often find in book or manuscript
star calling your attention to foot
note, or explanation. That star the
printer calls an asterisk. But all the
stars of the night are asterisks call
ing your attention to God, AN
all-observing God, Our every
nerve a Divine handwriting. Our
swung. Our every bone sculpturcd
with Divine suggestion Our every
eye reflection of the Divine eye. God
above us, and God beneath us, and God
before as, and God behind us, and God
within us. What stupendous thing
to live! What q stupendous thing to
dieI No such thing as hidden trans
erosion. A dramatic advocate in
olden times, at night in a court
room, persuaded of the innocence
of his client charged with
murder, and of the guilt of the wit
ness who was trying to swear the poor
mans life away-that advocate took
up two bright lamps and thrust them
close up to the face of the witness, and
cried: MAY it please the court and
the gentlemen of the jury, behold tho
murderer" and the man. practically
under that awful glare, confessed that
he was the criminal instead of the man
arraigned at the bar. Oh, my friends,
our most hidden sin is under brighter
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ing eve of God. He is not blind giant
stumbling through the heavens. He is
not a blind monarch feeling for the
step of His chariot. Are you wrOnged?
He sees it. Are you poor? lie sees
it. Have you domestic perturbation
of WHICH the world knows nothing?
He sees it. "Oh," you say, my af-
fairs are so insignificant l can't real
ize that God sees me and sees my af-
fairs" Can you see the point of
pin? Can you see the eye of needle?
Can you see a mote in a sunbeam?
And has God given you that power of
minute observation and does He not
possess it Himself? "He that formed
the eye, shall He not see?"
But you say: God is in one world
and / am in another world; He seems
SO far off from me, don't really think
He sees what is going on in my life"
Can you see the sun ninety-fve million
miles away, and do you think God has
as prolonged vision? But you say:
There are phases of life, and there are
colors-shades of color-in my annoy
ances and my vexations that 1 don't
think God can understand" Does not
God gather up all the colors and all
the shades of color in the rainbow?
And do you suppose there is any phase
or any shade in your life lie has not
gathered up in His own heart? Be
sides that, 1 want to tell you
it will soon all be over, this
struggle. That eye of yours SO
exquisitely fashioned and strung, and
hinged and rooted, will before long be
closed in the last slumber. Loving
hands will smooth down the sillzen
fringes. So He giveth His beloved
sleep. A legend of ST. Frotobert is
that his mother was blind and he was
so sorely pitiful for the misfortune.
that one day in sympathy he kissed
her eyes, and by miracle she
saw everything. But it is MOI
a legend when l tell you that all the
blind eyes of the Christian dead under
the kiss of the resurrection morn shalt
gloriously open. Obi what day thas
will be for those who went CROPPING
through this world under perpetual OBJ
scura ton, or were dependent on the
hand of a friend, or with an uncertain