The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1901-02-14

De done, and he says he only needs
at the start company in which the
shares shall be $40 each, and hum
dred or two hundred thousand shall
be raised just to make specimen
community, and then, this being
formed. the world will see it's practi-
cability, and very soon 100000 or
So,O0o,ooo can be obtained, and in ten
years the whole earth will be empara-
dlsed. The plan is not so preposter-
Gus as some have heard of, but will
take no stock in that company. / do
not believe it will ever be done in that
way by any mechanical force or by
any machinery that the human mind
can put into play. 1t is to be done by
the Gospel of the Son of God-the Om-
nipotent machinery of love and grace
and pardon and salvation. Archim-
edes destroyed fleet of ships COM
ing up the harbor. You know how he
dld 1T? He lifted great sunglass,
history tells us, and when the fleet
OF ships came up the harbor of Syra-
cuse he brought to bear his sunglass,
and he converged the suns rays upon
those ships. Now, the sails are wings
OF flre, the masts fall, the vessels sink.
Oh, my friends, by the the sunglass Of
the Gospel converging the rays of the
Sun OF Righteousness upon the sins,
the Wickedness of the world, we will
make them blaze and expire!
In that day of which / speak, do
you believe that there will be any
midnight carousal? Will there be
any kicking off from marble steps of
shivering mendicants? Will there be
any unwashed, unfed, uncombed chill
dren? Will there be an blasphemies
in the street? VIII there be any ine-
briates staggering past? No. No
wine stores, no lager beer saloons, no
breweries where they make the three
KS, no bloodshot eye, no bloated
cheek, no instruments of ruin and de-
struction, no fist pounded forehead.
The grandchildren of tnat woman who
goes down the street with a curse,
stoned by the boys that follow her.
will be the reformers and the philan-
thropists and the Christian men and
the honest merchants of our great
cities.
Gods love will yet bring back this
ruined world to holiness and happi-
ness. An Infinite Father bends over
it in sympathy. And to the orphan
He will be a Father, and to the widow
He will be husband, and to the out
cast He will be home, and to the
poorest wretch that to-day crawls out
of ha -
ing for mercy, He will be an all-par-
doning Redeemer. The rocks will
turn gray with age, the forests will
be unmoored in the hurricane, the sun
will shut its fiery eyelid, the stars will
drop like blasted figs, the sea will
heave its last groan and lash itself
in expiring agony, the continents will
drop like anchors in the deep, the
world will wrap itself in sheet of
flame and leap on the funeral pyre OF
the judgment day, but Gods love will
never die. It shall kindle its suns
after all other lights have gone out.
1t will be a biliowing sea after all
other oceans have wept themselves
away. 1t will warm itself by the
blaze of a consuming world. 1t will
sing while the archangel's trumpet
peals, and the air is filled with the
crash OF breaking sepulchers, and the
rush of the wings of the rising dead.
Oh, commend that love to all the
cities, and the morning without clouds
will come! d
/ know that sometimes it seems q
hopeless task. You toll on in differ
ent spheres, sometimes with great dis
couragement. People have no faith.
and say: "It does not amount to any
thing. You might as well quit that"
Why, when Moses stretched his hand
over the Red sea, it did not seem to
mean anything especially. People
came out, suppose, and said:
"Aha!" Some of them found out what
he wanted to do. He wanted the sea
parted. 1t did not amount to any
thing, this stretching out of his hand
over the sea. But after awhile the
wind blew all night from the east,
and the waters were gathered into
glittering palisade on either side, and
the pillows reared as God pulled back
on their crystal bits. Wheel into line.
o Israel! March, march! Pearls
crushed under feet. Flying spray
gathers into rainbow arch of victory
for the conquerors to march under.
Shout of hosts in the beach answering
the shout of hosts amid sea. And
when the last line of the Israelites
reach the beach the cymbals clap, and
the shields clang, and the waters
rush over the pursuers, and the swift
fingered winds on the white keys of
the foam play the grand march OF
Israel delivered and the awful dirge
of Egyptian overthrow.
So you and / 60 forth, and all the
people of God go forth, and they
stretch their hand over the sea, the
boiling sea of crime and sin and
wretchedness. ut doesn't amount. to
anything" people say. Doesn't it?
Gods winds of help will after. awhile
begin to blow. A path will be cleared
for the army OF Christian philan.
thropists. The path will be lined with