The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1896-05-07

we have; take it. Thou art worthy" The
others in the household may have been Of
grosser mold. She was of the finest
The heaven of your little ones will not be
fairly begun until you get there All the
kindness shown them by immortaIs Will not
make them forget you. There they are, the
radiant throngs that went out from your
homes throw kiss to the sweet darlings.
They are all we'll now in the tpalacc. The
crippled child has sound foot now. A lit
tie lame child says, "Ma. will be lame in
heaven?" "No, my darling, you won't BIO
lame in heaven" A little sick child says,
"lIa, will I be sick in heaven?' mo, my
dear, you won't be sick In heaven" A little
blind child says, "Ma, will I be blind in
heaven?" "No, my dear, you won't be blind
in heaven. They are all we'll there"
[ notice that the fine gardens sometimes
have high fences around them and you can
not get in. 1t is so with kings garden.
The only glimpse you ever get of such
garden Is when the king rides out in his
splendid carriage. 1t is not so with this
garden, this Kings garden. I throw wide
open the gate and tell you all to come in.
No monopoly in religion. WhOsoever will,
may. Choose now between desert and a
garden. Many OF you have tried the garden
of this worlds delight. You have found it
has been a chagrin. So it was with Theodore
Hook. He made all the world laugh. He
makes US laugh now when we read his
poems, but he could not make his own heart
laugh. While In the midst of his festivities
he confronted looking glass, and he saw
himself and said: "There. that is true I
look just az I am-done up in body, mind
and purse SO it was of Shenstone, Of
whose garden I told you at the beginning Of
my sermon. He sat down amid those bowers
and said: II have lost my road to happiness.
| am angry and envious and frantic, and
despise everything around me, just as 1t be-
comes mailman to do"
Owe weary souls, como into Chrlst'5 gar
den to-day and pluck little hearts ease.
Christ Is the only rest and the only pardon
for perturbed spirit. Do you not think
your chance has almost come? You men and
women who have been waiting year after
year for some COOL opportunity in which to
accept Christ, but have postponed 1t five. ten.
twenty, thirty yeaIs-do you not feel as IL
now your hour of deliverance and pardon
and salvation had come? 0 man, what
grudge hast thou against thy poor soul that
thou wilt not let it be saved? I feel as if SAL
walton must come to-day in some of your
hearts.
Some years ago vessel struck on the
rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In that
lifeboat the passengers and crew were get
ting ashore. The vessel had foundered and
was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one
boat could not take the passengers very
swiftly. little girl stood on the deck
waiting for her turn to get into the boat.
The boat came and went, came and went.
but her turn did not soon to come. After
awhile she could wait no longer. and she
leaped on the taffrail and then sprang into
the sea. crying to the boatman: "Save me
next! Save me next" Oh. how many have
gone ashore into Gods mercy, and yet you
are clinging to the wreck ofsin! Others have
accepted the pardon Of Christ, but you are
in peril. Why not this moment make rush
for your immortal rescue, crying until Jesus
shall hear you and heaven and earth ring
with the cry: "Save me next! Save me
next" Now is the day Of salvation! Now!
Now!
This Sabbath Is the last for some OF you.
It is about to sail away forever. Her bell
tolls. The planks thunoer back In the
gangway. She shoves off. She floats out
toward the great ocean of eternity. Wave
farewell to your last chance for heaven.
"Oh. Jerusalem. Jerusalem, how often
would have gathered thee as a hen gath
ereth her brood under her wings, and ye
would not! Behold your house Is left unto
you desolate." Invited to revel in gar
den, you die in desert! May God Almighty,
before it is too late, break that infatuation.