The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1900-01-19

/ hour be sacrificed. How many of you
will go with me for the rescue of those
| women and children? 1 know you are
all worn out, and so am |, but all those
who will march with me TO save those
women and children hold up your
| hand" Then Havelock said: 1t is al.
most dark. and my eyesigbt is very
| poor, and l cannot see your raised
hands, but L know they are all up. For
ward to Cawnpur!" That hero's eyes.
| though almost extinguished in the
service of God and his country, could
| see across India and across the CEN
turies. But let anybody who has one
| good eye be thankful. and all who have
two good eyes be twice as thankful.
Take care of your eyes and thank God
every morning when you open them
for capacity TO see the light. do not
wonder at the behavior of a poor man
in France. He had been born blind,
but was a skillful groom in the stables.
A surgeon, riding up one evening.
gave his horses into the care of the
blind groom. Late at night the trav-
cling surgeon went to the stables and
found the groom still at work upon
the horses, and the grateful and SYM
pathetic surgeon resolved in the morn
ing to reward the blind groom with
money. But in the night the surgeon
bethought himself that perhaps he
could give the groom something bet
ter than money. In the morning he
said to the blind groom: "Step out
into the sunshine! You are 40 years of
1.
blindness if l had seen you sooner, but
come to Paris, and will give you sight
if you do not die under the operation"
Paying the poor mans way to Paris,
the operation was successful. For the
first time the man saw his wife and
children, and having taken a good look
at them he turned and said: Let me
look on my friend, the surgeon, who
has opened all this beautiful world to
me and shown me my loved cnes."
Was not that glorious? Only those who
have been restored from utter blind
ness can appreciate the omnipotent
blessing of eyesight.
You often find in a book of manu-
script a star calling your attention TO
a footnote or explanation. That star
the printer calls an asterisk. But all
the stars of the night heavens are as
terislls calling your attention to God,
an all-observing God. Our every nerve
a Divine handwriting. Our every mus
Gle a pulley Divinely swung. Our
every bone sculptured with Divine sug-
gestiveness. Our every eye a ref1ec-
ton of the Divine eye. God above us
and God beneath US and God before US
and God behind US and God within us.
What stupendous thing to live!
What a stupendous thing to die! No
such thing as hidden transgress;on.
A dramatic advocate in olGen times
at night in a courtroom, persuaded of
the innocence of his client charged
with murder and of the guilt of the
witness 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 wit
ness and cried: May it please the
court and gentlemen of the jury, be-
hold the murderer" and the man
practically under-that awful glare con-
fessed that he was the criminal instead
of the man arraigned at the bar. Oh,
my friends, our most hidden sin is
brighter light than that! 1t is under
the burning eye of God.
He is not a blind giant stumbling
through the Heavens. He is not
blind monarch feeling for the step of
his chariot. Are you wronged? He
sees it. Are you poor? He sees it.
Have you domestic perturbation of
which the world knows nothing? He
sees it. "Oh," you say, my affairs are
so insignificant l can't realize that God
sees me and sees my affairs!" Can
you see the point of a pin? Can you
see the point of a needle? Can you see
a mote in the sunbeam? And has God
given you that power of minute obser-
vation and does He not possess 1t
Himself? 'He that formed the eye,
shall He not see?"
But you say: God is in ore world |
and | am in another world. He seems |
so far off from me l don't really think |
He sees what is going on in my life"
Can you see the sun 95,OOO,OOO miles |
away, and do you not think God has |
as prolonged vision? But you say:
There are phases of my life and there |
noyances and my vexations that |
don't think God can understand"
Does not God gather up all the colors
and all the shades Of color in the rain
bow? And do you suppose there is |
any phase or any shade in your life |
that He has not gathered up in His |
own heart?
Besides that. I want to tell you it |
Will soon all be over, this struggle. |
That eye of yours, so exquisitely fash |
ioned and strung and hinged and |
roofed will before long close in the |
last slumber. Loving hands will |
smooth down the silken fringes. So |
BE 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 not legend when | tell you |
that all the blind eyes of the Chris
tian dead under the kiss of the resur-
rection morn shall gloriously open.
Oh. what a day that will be for those
who went cropping through this world |
under perpetual observation or were
dependent on the hand of friend or
with an uncertain staff felt the way,
and for the aged of dim sight. about
whom il might be said that "they
which look out of the windows be
darkened," when eternal daybreak
comes IN!
What a beautiful epitaph that was
for a tombstone in a European ceme-
terry: Here reposes in God Katrina,
saint SIS years of age and blind. The
light was restored to her May 10.
lS4O."