The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1898-06-30
NO. 18.

man that has done anything for Christ
in this day, in a public or private
place. who has had no trouble, and
whose path has been smooth. An, no.
Again. there is comfort in the
thought that all our troubles are a
revelation. Have you ever thought of
it in that connection? The man who
has never been through chastisement
is ignorant about thousand things in
his soul he ought to know. For in
stance, here is man who prides him
self on his cheerfulness of character.
He has no patience with anybody who
is depressed in spirits. Oh! it is easy
for him to be cheerful, with his fine
house, his filled wardrobe and WELL
strung instruments of music, and tap
estried parlor, and plenty of money
in the bank waiting for some
permanent investment. 1t is easy
for him to be cheerful But suppose
his fortune goes to pieces and his house
goes down under the sheriffs hammer,
and the banks will not have anything
to do with his paper. Suppose those
people who were once elegantly enter
tanned at his table get SO shOrt-sighted
that they can not recognize him upon
the street. How then? Is it so easy
to be cheerful? 1t is easy to be cheer
full in the home after the days work is
done, and the gas is turned on and the
house is full of romping little ones.
But suppose the piano is shut because
the fingers that played on it will no
more touch the keys, and the childish
voice that asked SO many questions
will ask no more. Then is it so easy?
When a man wakes up and finds that
his resources are all gone he begins to
rebel, and he says: God is hard; God
is outrageous. He had no business to
tlo this to me-" My friends, those Of
us who have been through trouble
know what a sinful and rebellious
heart we have, and how much God has
to put up with, and how much God
has to put up with, and how
much we need pardon. 1t is only
in the light of a flaming furnace
that we can learn our own weakness
and our own lack of moral resource.
Oh, how much coincidence there is
in this thought! l expect to see my
kindred in Heaven-I expect to sec
them just as certainly as l expect to go
home to-day. Aye, l shall more cer-
tainly see them. Eight or ten will
come up from the graveyard back Of
and one will come from
the mountains back of Annoy,
China, and another will come up
from the sea off Cape Hatteras,
and 80 will come up from Green.
wood; and I shall know them better
than ever knew them before. And
your friends-they may be across the
sea, but the trumpet that sounds hero
will sound there. You will come up
On just the same day. Some morning
you have oversight yourself, and you
open your eyes and see that the sun is
high in the heavens, and you say: II
have oversight, and l must be up
and away" So you will open
your eyes on the morning of the
in the full blaze of Gods
light, and you will say: II must be up
and away" Oh, yes, you will come,
and there will be a reunion, recon-
of your family. like what
Il think it was)-gsod old
Mr.. Haliburton-said in his last mo-
ments: II thank God that ever lived,
and that l have father in Heaven,
and a mother in Heaven, and am now
going up to see them"
| remark once more: Our troubles
in this world arc preparative for glory.
What a transition it was for Paul
from the slippery deck of laundering
ship to the calm presence of Jesus!
What transition it was for Latimer
from the stake to the throne! What
it was for Robert Hall
from insanity to gloryi What a
1t was for Richard
the dropsy to the
Saints Everlasting Rest" And what
a transition it will BE- for you-from
world of sorrow to d world of Joy.
John Holland, when he was dying,
said: "What means this brightness in
the room? Have you lighted the cam
dles?' NO." they replied, 1--WE have
not lighted any candles" Then sald
he: Welcome Heaven!" The light
beaming upon his pillow. Oh!
ye who are prosecuted in this world,
your enemies will get off the track
after awhile, and all will speak
well of you among the thrones. Ho!
We who are sick now. No medicine to
take there. One breath of the eternal
hills will thrill you with immortal
vigor. And ye who are lonesome now.
There will be million spirits to wei.
come you into their companionship. O
We bereft souls. There will be nograve-
digger's spade that will cleave the side
of that hill, and there will be ne
dirge wailing from that temple. Tho
river Of God, deep as the joy of Heav-
en-, will roll on between banks. odor-
Gus with balm, and over depths bright
with jewels, and under skies roseate
with gladness, argosies OF light going
down the stream to the stroke of gilt
tering oars and the song Of angelsl
Not one sigh in the wind; not one tear
mingling with the waters.
World Building.
We are not CROPPING entirely in the
dark. Those who have worked on the