The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1900-09-07

don from above, joy from above, adop-
ton from above, sanctification from
above.
Would that now God would turn
on the waters of salvation that they
might flow down through His her
itage and that this day we might
each find our places to be Films"
with IL wells of water and threescore
and ten palm trees.
Hark! / hear the latch of the gar
den gate, and 1 look to see who is
coming. l hear the voice of Christ.
Il am come into My garden" ] say:
"Come in, o Jesus! We have been
waiting for Thee. Walk all through
the paths. Look at the flowers; look
at the fruit; pluck that which Thou
wilt for Thyself." Jesus comes into
the garden and up to that old man
and touches him and says: almost
home, father: not many more aches
for thee. L will never leave thee.
Take courage a little longer, and !
will steady thy tottering steps, and
I will soothe thy troubles and give
thee rest. Courage, old man." Then
Christ goes up another garden path,
and He comes to a soul in trouble
and says: peace! All is well. l
have seen thy tears. / have heard
thy prayer. The sun shall not smite
thee by day nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from
all evil. He will preserve thy soul.
Courage, o troubled spirit!"
Then I see Jesus going up another
garden path, and L see great excite
ment among the leaves, and [ hasten
up to that garden path to see what
Jesus is doing there, and, 10! He is
breaking off flowers sharp and clean,
from the stem, and I say: stop,
Jesus. Do not kill those beautiful
flowers" He turns to me and says:
81 have come into My garden to gath
er lilies, and I mean to take these up
to higher terrace for the garden
around my palace, and there l will
plant them, and in better soil and in
better air they shall put forth bright
er leaves and sweeter redolence, and
no frost shall touch them forever"
And I looked up into His face and
said: "Well, it is Thy garden, and
Thou hast a right to do what Thou
wilt with it. Thy will be done!"-
the hardest prayer a man ever made.
It has seemed as it Jesus Christ
took the best. From many of your
households the best one is gone. You
know that she was too good for this
world. She was the gentlest in her
ways, the deepest in her affection,
and when at last the sickness came
you had no faith in medicines. You
knew that the hour of parting had
come, and when, through the rich
grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, you
surrendered that treasure you said:
Lord Jesus, take it. 1t is the best
we have. Take it. Thou art worthy"
The others in the household may have
been of grosser mold. She was of
the finest.
I notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them,
and 1 cannot get in. It is so with a
kings garden. The only glimpse you
ever get of such a garden is when
the king rides out in his splendid car
riage. It 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 be-
tween a 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 a looking glass, and
he saw himself and said: There,
that is true. I look just as I am
done up in body, mind and purse"
So it was of Shenstone, of whose gar
den I told you at the beginning of
my sermon. He sat down amid those
bowers and said: 81 have lost my
road to happiness. | am angry and
envious and frantic and despise every
thing around me just as it becomes
mailman to do"
We weary souls, come into Christ's
garden to-day and pluck a little
heartsease. Christ is the only rest
and the only pardon for a perturbed
spirit. Do you not think your chance
has almost come? You men and
women who have been waiting year
after year for some good opportunity
in which to accept Christ, but have
postponed it 5, 10, 20, 30 years, do
you not feel as if now your hour of
deliverance and pardon and salvation
had come? o man, what grudge
hast thou against thy poor soul that
thou wilt not let it be saved?
Some years ago a vessel struck on
the rocks. They had only one life
boat. In that ifeboat the passengers
and crew were getting ashore. The
vessel had foundered and was sinking
deeper and deeper, and that one boat
could not take the passengers very
swiftly. A 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
seem 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
nextl Save me next!" Oh, how
many have gone ashore into Gods
mercy, and yet you are clinging to
the wreck of sin! Others have ac-
cepted 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 nexti Save me-
next!" Now is the day of salvationl
Nowi Nowi
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