The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-09-30

starts, the swarthy habit falls under
the knee of the victor-escapcd at last
as with the skin of his teeth"
There are others who, in attempting
to come to God, must run between
great many business perplexities. If a
man go over to business at 10 o'clock
in the morning and come away at
o'clock in the afternoon, he has some
time for religion; but how shall you
find time for religious con te mplation
when you are driven from sunrise to
sunset, and have been for five years
going behind in business, and are
frequently dunned by creditors
whom you can not pay, and
when from Monday morning until
SatuSday night you are lodging bills
that you can not meet? You walk day
by day in uncertainties that have kept
your brain on fire for the past three
years. Some with less business trou-
bles than you have gone crazy. The
clerk has heard a noise in the back
counting room. and gone in and found
the chief man of the firm raving
maniac; or the wife has heard the
bang of pistol in the back parlor and
gone in, stumbling over the dead body
of her husband-a suicide. There are
men pursued, harassed, trodden down
and scalped of business perplexities,
and which way to turn next
they do not know. Now, God will
not be hard on you. He knows what
obstacles are in the way of you being
a off, ,,-+ to
right direction lie will crown with sue
cess. Do not let Satan, with cotton
bales, and kegs, and hogsheads, and
counters, and stocks of unstable
goods, block up your way to Heaven.
Gather up all your energies. Tighten
the glrule about your loins. Take an
agonizing look into the face of God,
and then say, Here goes one grand
effort for life eternal" and then bound
away for Heaven, escaping las with
the skin of your teeth
| find in the community large class
of men who have been SO cheated, so
lied about, SO outrageously wronged,
that they have lost their faith in every
thing. In world where everything
seems SO topsy-turvey, they do not see
how there can be any God. They are
confoundel, and frenzied, and mis-
anthropic. Elaborate arguments to
prove TO them the truth of Christian
ity. or the truth of nything else touch
them nowhere. Hear me, all such
men. | preach to you no rounded
periods, no ornamental discourse; but
put my hand on your shoulder, and in
vlte you into the peace of the Gospel
Here is a rock OH which you may stand
firm, though the waves dash against it
harder than the Atlantic, pitching is
surf clear above Eldystone lighthouse.
Do not charge upon God all these
troubles of the world. AS long as the
world stuck to GOD, God stuck to the
world; but the earth seeded from His
government, and hence all these out
RACES and all these woes. God is good
| For many hundreds of years He h as
been coaxing the world to come back
to Him; but the more He has coaxcd,
the more violent have been men in their
resistance. and they have stepped back,
and stepped back until they have drop
ped into ruin.
| Y
| blOodhounds after YOU and who have
thought that Gol had forgotten you.
Try Him, and see if He will not help.
Try Him, and see If lie will not pardon.
Try Him, aud see If He will not save.
The flowers Of spring have no bloom
so sweet as the Towering of Christ's
affections The sun has no warmth
compared with the glow of His heart.
The waters have no refreshment like
the fountain that will Stake the
thirst OF thy soul. At the
moment the reindeer stands with his
lip and nostril thrust in the cool noun
tain torrent, the hunter may be coming
through the thiciet. Without crack
ing a stick under his foot, he comes
close to the stag, aims his gun, draws
the trigger, and the poor thing rears in
it, death agony and falls backward, its
antlcrs crashing on the rocks; but the
painting hart that drinks from the
water-broo1s of Gods promise shall
never be fatally wounded, and shall
never die.
This Won Id is poor portion for your
soul, oh, business man. An eastern
| king ndu craven on MS tOmO Two
fingers represented as sounding on
each other with a snap, and under
them the motto: "All is not wor tn
that" Apicius Coelius hanged himself
because his steward informed him that
he had only ESQ, 900 sterling left. All of
this worlds riches make bat Il small in
hcrltance for soul. Robespierre at
tempted to win the applause of the
world; but when he was dying a woln-
an came rushing through the crowd,
crying to him: Murderer of my kim
dred, descend to he'll. covered with the
curses of every mother in France.'
Many who have expected the plaudits
of the world have died under its
Anathcma Maranatha.
Oh, find your peace in God Make
one strong pull for Heaven. No half
way work will do it. There some
times comes time on shipboard when
everything must be sacrificed to save
the passengers. The cargo is nothing;
the rigging is nothing. The captain
puts the trumpet to his lip and shouts:
'Iyt