The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-03-27

Ter picture OF Martha Washington.
Hundreds of garments, hundreds of
tons of coal, hundreds of glaciers at
Broken window-sasheS, hundreds of
whole-souled men and wssneni ars nscs
essary to warm the wintry weather.
What are we doing to alleviate the
condition of those not SO fortunate as
we2 Know We not, my friends, there
are hundreds Of thousands of people
who can not stand before His cold? It
IS useless to preach to bare feet, and to
empty stomachs, and to gaunt visages.
Christ gave the world lesson in COM
mon sense when, before preaching the
Gospel to the multitude in the wilder-
ness, He gave them good dinner.
When / was lad I remember seeing
two rough woodcuts, but they made
more impression upon me than any
pictures have ever seen. They were
on opposite pages. The one woodcut
represented the coming of the snow in
winter; and a lad locking cut &C the
door of great mansion; and he was
all wrapped In fiirs and his cheeks
were ruddt; and with glowing eoIinte-
nance he shouted: 1T SHOWS! it
snowsl" On the next page there was
miserable tenement, and the door
was open, and a child, wan and sick
and ragged and wretched, was looking
out, and he said: ''Ohi my God, it
SHOWS" The winter of gladness or of
grief according to bur eirer1n-
stances. But, my friends, there Is
more than one way of warming up
this cold world, for it is cold world in
more respects than one, and | am here
to consult with you as to the best way
of warming up the world. want to
have great heater introduced into all
your churches and ali youf homes
throughout the world. It is heater
of divine patent. 1t has many P'pes
With which to conduct neat; and it has
a door in which to throw the fuel.
Once get this heater introduced, and
it will turn the arctic zone into the
tropics. It is tile Powerful Heater, it
is the glorious furnace of Chris
tian sympathy. The question
ought to be, instead of how
much heat can we absorb? how much
heat can we throw cut? There are
men who GO through the world float
ing icebergs. They freeze everything
with their forbidding look. The hand
with which they shake yours is as cold
as the paw of a polar bear. If they
float into a religious meeting, the tenn
perature drops from SO above to 10
degrees below Zero There are icicles
hanging from their eyebrows. They
float into a religious meeting; and they
chill everything with their terminals.
Cold prayers, cold songs, cold greet
ings, cold sermons. Christianity
on ice! The church great
refrigerator. Christians gone into
winter quarters. Information! On
the other hand, there are people who
go through the world like the breath
of spring morning. Warm greetings;
warm prayers, warm smiles, warm
Christian influence. There are such
persons. We bless God for them. We
rejoice in their companionship.
A general in the English army, the
army having halted for the night, hav-
ing lost his baggage, lay down tired
and sick without any blanket. An Of
hcer came up and said: ''Why, you have
no blanket. I'll go and get you a
blanket" He departed for few mo-
ments and then came back and Gov
cred the general up with very
warm blanket. The general said.
''Whose blanket is this?" The Of
ficer replied: 81 got that
from a private soldier in the Scotch
Ralph Mcdonald" ''Now,"
said the general, ''you take this blan-
ket right back to that soldier. He can
no more do without it than 1 can do
without it. Never bring to me the |
blanket of a private soldier" How
many men like that general would it |
take to warm the world up? The vast |
majority of us are anxious to get more |
blankets, whether anybody else is
blanketed or not. Look at the fellow |
feeling displayed in the rocky defile be- |
tween Jerusalem and Jericho in Scrip |
ture times. Here is a man who has |
been set upon by the bandits, and in
the struggle to keep his property, he |
has got wounded, and mauled, and |
stabbed, and he lies there half dead. |
A priest rides along. He sees him and |
says: 'Why, what's the matter with
that man? Why, he muse be hurt, ly- |
ing on the fiat of his back. Isn't it
strange that he should lie there? |
But 1 can't stop. 1 am on
my way to temple services. Go
along, you beast. Carry me up |
to my temple duties After awhile a /
Levite comes up. He looks over and |
says: ''Why that man must be very |
much hurt. Gashed on the forehead.
What pity. Stabbed under his arm.
What pity. Tut, tutl What a pity! |
Why, they have taken his clothes near
ly all away from him. But l haven't
time to stop; lead the choir upi in the
temple service. Go along, you beast.
Carry me up to my temple duties"
After awhile Samaritan comes
along, one who you might suppose
through national grudge might
have rejected this poor wounded Is
raelite. Coming along he sees this
man and says: why, that man must
be terribly hurt. 1 see by his fea-
lures he is an Israelite, but he is man
and he is a brother" "Whoa!" says
the Samaritan, and he gets down off
the beast and comes up to this wound
ed man, gets down on one knee, listens
to see whether the heart of the unfor-
tunate man is still beating, makes
up his mind there is chance for re-
goes to work at him, takes
out of his sack a bottle of oil |
and a bottle of wine. cleanses the
wound with some wine, then pours
some of the restorative into the /
wounded mans lips, then takes some
oil and with it soothes the wound. |
After awhile he takes off part of his
garments for a banda e Noru the