The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1900-06-15
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| ng1on Will never make any conquest
among men," But after awhile the
Lion of the tribe of Judah will rouse
Himself and come forth to shake
nightly the nations. What's spi-
der's web to the aroused lion? Give
truth and error fair grapple, and
truth will come off victor.
Do not be afraid of a great revival.
Oh, that such gales from Heaven might
sweep through all our churches! Oh,
for such days as Richard Baxter saw in
England and Robert McCheyne saw in
Dundee! Oh, for such days as Jona-
than Edwards saw in Northampton!
l have often heard my father tell of the
fact that in the early part of the GEN.
tury there broke out revival at Som
erville, N. j., and some people were
very much agitated about it. They.
said: you are going to bring too
many people into the church at once"
and they sent down to oNewBrunswickto to
get John Livingston to stop the revival.
Well, there was no better soul in all
the world than John Livingston. He
went and looked at the revival. They
wanted him to stopit. He stoodin the
pulpit on the Lords day and looked
over the solemn auditory, and he said:
"This, brethren, is in reality the work
of God. Beware how you stop it." And
he was an old man, leaning heavily on
his staff-a very old man. And he
lifted that staff and, took hold of the
small end of that staff andlbegan to let
it fall slowly through between the fin
ger and the thumb, and he said: "Oh,
thou impenitent, thou art falling now
falling from life, falling away from
peace and Heaven, falling as certainly
| as that cane is falling through my
| hand-falling certainly, though per-
haps falling slowly!" And the cane
kept on falling through John Living
| ston's hand. The religious emotion in
| the audience was overpowerings and
men saw type Of their doom as the
cane kept falling and falling, until the
knob of the cane struck Mr. Living
ston's hand, and he clasped it stoutly
and said: But the grace of God can
stop you as I stopped that cane," and
then there was gladness all through
the house at the fact of pardon and
peace and salvation. 'Well," said the
people, after the service, 81 guess you
had better send Livingson home. He
is making the revival worse" Oh, for
gales from Heaven to sweep all the con-
tinents! The danger of the church Of
God is not in revivals.
Again, my subject impressed me
with the fact that Jesus was God and
man in the same being. Here He is
in the back part of the boat. Oh, how
tired He looks! What sad dreams He
must have! Look at His countenance;
He must be thinking of the cross to
come. Look at Him; He is a man
bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh.
Tired, He falls asleep; He is man.
But then 1 find Christ at the prov of
the boat; hear Him say: "Peace, be
STILL" and / see the storm kneeling at
His feet and the tempests folding
their wings in His presence; He is
God. IF l have sorrow and trouble
and want sympathy, l go and kneel
down at the back part of the boat and
say: 80 Christ, weary One of Gen
nesaret, sympathize with all my sor-
row! Man of Nazareth! Man of the
Cross!" A Man, a Man! But if I
want to conquer my spiritual foes, IL
1 want to get the victory over sin.
death and hell, come to the front of
the boat, and 1 kneel down, and 1 say;
80 Lord Jesus Christ. Thou who didsE
hush the tempest, hush all my grief.
hush all my temptation, hush all my
sin!''
I learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush a tempest. II
did seem as if everything must go t6
ruin. The disciples had given up the
idea of managing the ship; the crew
were entirely demoralized; yet Christ
rises, and the storm crouches at His
feet. Oh, yes; Christ can hush the
tempest! You have had trouble. Per-
haps it was the little child taken
away from you-the sweetest child of
the household, the one who asked the
most curious questions and stood
around you with the greatest fond
ness, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was
an only son, and your heart has ever
since been like a desolated castle; the
owls of the night hooting among the
fallen arches and crumbling stair
ways. Or all your property swept
away, you said: 81 had SO much bank
stock; | had SO many government Sc
curities; / had so many houses; I had
so many farms-au gone, all gone"
Why, sir, all the storms that ever
trampled with their thunders. all the
have not been worse than
this to you. Yet you have not been
completely overthrown. Why? Christ
says: 81 have that little one in my
keeping. l can care for him as well
as you can, better than you can, o be-
reaved mother!" flushing the tenn
pest. When your property went away,
God said: There are treasures in
Heaven in banks that never break"
Jesus hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we
will all have to run The moment
when we let go of this world and try
TO take hold of the next, we will want
all the grace possible. Yonder / see
a christian soul rocking on the surges
of ueath. All the powers of darkness
seem let out against that soul-the
swirling wave, the thunder of the sky,
the shrek of the wind, all seem to
unite together. But that soul is not
troubled. There is no signing, there
are no tears; plenty of tears in the
room at the departure, but he weeps
no tears-calm, satisfied and peace
full; all is well. BY the fash of the
storm you see the harbor just ahead,
and you are making for that harbor.
All shall be well, Jesus being our
pilot.
into the harbor of Heaven now we glide:
Wa're home at last home a last