The Resurrection of Christ

THE RESURRECTION
OF CHRIST

THE RESURRECTION OF JESUS CHRIST – Every saint’s great “hope is in the resurrection of the dead!" (Acts 23:6-note). When Socrates lay dying, he was asked “Shall we live again,” to which he replied “I hope so!” Ours is not a dead hope but “A LIVING HOPE” (1Pe 1:3-note), not a “hope so,” but a “hope sure!” The Egyptian belief in a resurrection from the dead led them to call the mummy case the "chest of the living" and to place a scarab beetle in the corpse's heart. Why? Because they knew the scarab's larva buried itself in the earth and later emerged as a mature insect which to them symbolized "resurrection." Socrates and the Egyptians held a false hope, but Sir Walter Raleigh held fast to a sure hope which served as an anchor for his soul (Heb 6:19-note) and prompted him to write the following words in his Bible the night before he was beheaded: “From this earth, this grave, this dust, my God shall raise me up!” Hallelujah! Martha also believed in the hope of the resurrection, but Jesus moved her from the doctrinal to the personal when He declared “I AM the RESURRECTION and the LIFE. He who believes in Me will live even if he dies.” (Jn 11:25-note) The resurrection is not an “IT” but an “I”, but too often we stop at “IT.” Jesus said “Because I live, you shall live also.” (Jn 14:19-note) The resurrection of believers is guaranteed by Christ’s own resurrection. We can rest assured that one day soon, He will “transform the body of our humble state into conformity with the body of His glory” (Php 3:21-note). When we take our last breath and leave our loved ones, we can be comforted by the certainty that our grave is but a gateway to His glory (1Th 4:18, 13-17-note). For believers death is not a period, but only a comma! David believed this truth writing “I will be satisfied with Thy likeness when I awake.” (Ps 17:15-note, cf Ps 49:15-note) Job believed this truth declaring “Even after my skin is destroyed, yet from my flesh I shall see God.” (Job 19:26-note) Indeed, we shall SEE GOD! “Christ shall be the object of our eternal vision and we shall we never want any joy beyond that of seeing Him. Think not that this will be a narrow sphere for the mind to dwell in. It is but one Source of delight, but that Source is infinite. All His attributes shall be subjects for contemplation, and as He is infinite under each aspect, there is no fear of exhaustion. His works, His gifts, His love to us, and His glory in all His purposes, and in all His actions, these shall make an eternal theme which will be ever new.” (Spurgeon) Therefore let us even now “since we have been RAISED UP WITH CHRIST (speaking of our present spiritual resurrection, Ro 6:4-note, Eph 2:6-note, Col 2:12-note), keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Let us set our mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth, for we have died and our life is hidden with Christ in God and when Christ our life, is revealed, then we also will be revealed with Him in glory.” (Col 3:1-4-note) “Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not appeared as yet what we shall be. We know that, when He appears, we shall be like Him, because we shall see Him just as He is.” (1Jn 3:2-note) SELAH! (Pause and ponder and sing…) “Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes, He arose a Victor from the dark domain, And He lives forever with His saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!”

As Spurgeon says “The RESURRECTION of Christ is a fact better attested than any event recorded in history!” (cf >500 eye witnesses 1Cor 15:6-note) “Christianity is in its very essence a RESURRECTION religion. The concept of the RESURRECTION lies at its heart. If you remove it, Christianity is destroyed.” (John Stott) “The RESURRECTION of Jesus is the Gibraltar of the Christian faith and the Waterloo of infidelity and rationalism.” (R A Torrey) Contrary to the opinion of the skeptics, the New Testament proclaims a Christ Who once was dead and is now alive, not a Christ Who was once alive and now is dead! J C Ryle rightly said that “in an age of abounding unbelief and skepticism, we shall find that the RESURRECTION of Christ will bear any weight that we can lay upon it.” In the OT on the annual Day of Atonement, if the High Priest’s offering was acceptable to God he emerged alive, but if it was unacceptable, he died behind the veil (read Heb 9:7NLT-note, Ex 28:35). The coming forth of our Great High Priest (Heb 4:14-note, Heb 9:11-note) after making His Atonement demonstrates clearly that His offering was acceptable to the Father. The Empty Tomb is the Father’s “Amen” (2Cor 1:20KJV-note) to Son’s cry of “It is finished (Paid in Full = Tetelestai)!” (Jn 19:30-note) “Everything antecedent in the incarnate life of our Lord moves towards the RESURRECTION and everything subsequent rests upon it and is conditioned by it.” (John Murray) Indeed, the “surpassing greatness of His POWER toward us who believe” is the same “RESURRECTION POWER” that brought Christ up from the grave (Eph 1:19-20) and is now operative within all those who belong to Christ (Ro 6:5, 8-12-note, cf Php 3:10-11-note). The same POWER that opened Christ’s Tomb, now opens the door to abundant life (Jn 10:10b-note)! Are you experiencing abundant life? If not consider prayerfully singing this simple song to Him: “Jesus Be Jesus in Me. No longer me, but Thee. Resurrection Power, fill me this hour, Jesus be Jesus in Me.”

Spurgeon rightly says that “The whole system of Christianity rests upon the fact that “Christ is risen from the dead” (Mt 28:7, 2Ti 2:8-note) for, “If Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is vain, and your faith is also vain: you are still in your sins.” (1Cor 15:14, 17-note) The Divinity of Christ finds its surest proof in His resurrection, since He was “Declared to be the Son of God with power, according to the Spirit of holiness, by the RESURRECTION from the dead.” (Ro 1:4-note) It would not be unreasonable to doubt his Deity if he had not risen. Again, our justification, that choice blessing of the covenant, is linked with Christ’s triumphant victory over death and the grave; for He “was delivered up (handed over to sinful men to be crucified) for our transgressions, and was raised for (to secure, guarantee) our justification (act of free grace by which God pardons our sin and accepts us as righteous on account of the atonement of Christ).” (Ro 4:25-note) Indeed our very regeneration is connected with His RESURRECTION, for we are “born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” (1Peter 1:3-note) And most certainly our ultimate RESURRECTION rests here, for, “if (as is the case) the Spirit of Him Who (the Father) raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He (Father) Who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit Who indwells you.” (Ro 8:11-note, cf Ezek 36:27-note) C S Lewis said “Jesus has forced open a door that had been locked since the death of the first man (Ro 5:21-note). He has met, fought and beaten the King of Death (1Cor 15:55, 57-note). Everything is different because He has done so.” In the Revelation Jesus announced His victory declaring “I am the first and the last, and the living One; and I was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of death and of Hades.” (Rev 1:17-18-note) George Sweeting recalls that “In the early 1920’s, Nikolai Bukharin was sent from Moscow to Kiev to address a vast anti-God rally. For an hour he ridiculed the Christian faith until it seemed as if the whole structure of belief was in ruins. Questions were invited. A priest of the Orthodox church rose and asked to speak. He faced the crowd and spoke the ancient cry of victory “CHRIST IS RISEN.” Instantly the vast assembly rose to its feet, and the reply came back like a crash of breakers against a cliff, “HE IS RISEN INDEED!” And because He is risen we can sing -- “I Know That My Redeemer Lives! What joy the blest assurance gives! He lives, He lives, Who once was dead; He lives, my everlasting Head!” (Samuel Medley)

THE RESURRECTION IN THE OT – Jesus Christ’s resurrection was foreshadowed in the Old Testament. Abraham believed in the doctrine of the resurrection. As traveled to Mt Moriah to sacrifice his only begotten son, Isaac, he told the men with him to “Stay here with the donkey, and I and the lad will go yonder; and we will worship and return to you.” (Ge 22:5-note). How could he sacrifice Isaac and yet know they would both return? The writer of Hebrews explains that Abraham “considered that God is able to raise men even from the dead; from which he also received (Isaac) back as a type.” (Heb 11:19-note, cf Ge 22:13-14-note) Jonah illustrated the doctrine of the resurrection. After Jonah’s disobedience, “Jehovah appointed a great fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the stomach of the fish three days and three nights.” (Jonah 1:17) Jesus used this OT story to illustrate His resurrection, explaining that “just as JONAH WAS THREE DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS IN THE BELLY OF THE SEA MONSTER, so shall the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth. (Mt 12:40) Isaiah foretold that the Resurrection of Christ would “swallow up death for all time.” (Isa 25:8-note, 1Cor 15:54-note) Isaiah again alluded to the resurrection declaring “Your dead will live. Their corpses will rise. You who lie in the dust, awake and shout for joy.” (Isa 26:19-note). The prophet Daniel affirmed the resurrection of individual believers writing that "those who sleep in the dust of the ground will awake to everlasting life.” (Da 12:2-note) And so “we possess the prophetic word which is altogether reliable, to which we will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the Morning Star (the Second Coming of Christ) rises in our hearts.” (2Pe 1:19-note, Nu 24:17-note cf “The Bright Morning Star”-Rev 22:16-note – even some Jewish Rabbis called Messiah Bar-Kochva, Son of a Star.) And so let us sing - “Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high, The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky.” Amen (Charles Wesley).

THE RESURRECTION IN THE NT - Jesus Himself taught that “it is written (in the OT), that the Christ should suffer and rise again from the dead the third day.” (Lk 24:46-note, cf Lk 20:37-38-note) Our Lord was referring to David’s affirmation that “You (God) will not abandon my soul to Sheol, nor will You allow Your Holy One (Messiah) to undergo decay.” (Ps 16:10-note) Peter quotes David explaining that “he looked ahead and spoke of the resurrection of the Christ, that He was neither abandoned to Hades, nor did His flesh suffer decay. “This Jesus God raised up again, to which we are all witnesses.” (Acts 2:31-32-note, also quoted by Paul in Acts 13:35-note) Spurgeon wrote “Into the outer prison of the grave His body might go, but into the inner prison of corruption He could not enter. He Who in soul and body was pre-eminently God's "Holy One," was loosed from the pains of death, because it was not possible that He should be held by it. This is noble encouragement to all the saints; die we must, but rise we shall, and though in our case we shall see corruption, yet we shall rise to everlasting life. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION is the cause, the earnest, the guarantee, and the emblem of the rising of all His people. Let us, therefore, go to our graves as to our beds, resting our flesh among the clods as they now do upon their couches.” Christ’s EMPTY tomb guarantees our FULL salvation. "We are more sure to arise our of our graves than out of our beds" (Thomas Watson) "Since Jesus is mine, I'll not fear undressing, But gladly put off these garments of clay; To die in the Lord is a covenant blessing, Since Jesus to glory through death led the way."

Christ has risen from the dead and defeated death…

Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord. 1 Corinthians 15:58-note

Play GLORIOUS DAY

Living He loved me, Dying He saved me,

Buried He carried, My sins far away!

Rising He justified, Freely forever.

One day He's coming. Oh glorious day! Oh glorious day!

One day the grave could hold Him no longer.

One day the stone rolled away from the door.

Then He arose over death He had conquered.

Now He's ascended , My Lord evermore.

Death could not hold Him.

The grave could not keep Him

From rising again.

Play CHRIST IS RISEN

ILLUSTRATIONS ON THE 
RESURRECTION

These are from Knight's Master Book of New Illustrations (1956) - While many are of an older genre, there are some that are timeless and excellent.

"Do You Plant Corn?"
A missionary lady in Africa was talking to some black men and women. "Jesus died on the Cross for us all," she told them. "Then His body was put in a grave and on the third day He arose from the grave. We, too, shall arise from our graves after our bodies have rested for a time in the ground."
"How can that happen?" asked one old black man. "I do not believe that What is put in the ground cannot come up."
"Listen to me," said the missionary lady. "Do you plant corn?"
"Yes, I do," he answered.
"Well, what happens when you put the grain of corn in the ground?"
"The grain decays and the corn comes up out of the ground," he replied.
"Very well," said the missionary lady. "The grain decays but the life in the corn doesn't die. It sends up a plant that comes through the soil and grows several feet above the ground.
"It will be the same with us. When we are dead our bodies will be put into the ground. They will lie there until Jesus comes again. Then He will wake us and we shall arise from our graves. We believe that His Word is true."
"I cannot understand it," said the old black man, "but I believe it now, too, for Jesus has said it." —Selected

"I Feel It in the Air!"
   I know it's Easter time again,
    I feel it in the air.
   The breath of spring with woodsy tang,
    And new life everywhere.
   And spring glides on with magic touch
    O'er mountain side and glen;
   And wakens all the sleeping plants
    For Easter time again.
   The brooklets leap from rock to rock,
    As if in joyful play;
   The flowers peep from darkened tombs
    To welcome Easter Day.
   The birds are swinging on the boughs,
    And trill in ecstasy;
   They seem to show the world's great joy
    Of Easter mystery.
   Why should we dread the thing called death?
    It's just an open door,
   Where all within is love and peace
    And joy forever more.
   "Because I live, you too shall live,"
    We hear the Saviour say.
   Let's consecrate our lives anew,
    On this glad Easter Day.—Edna Reed

The Power of Resurrection
I remember that after I had worked in university centers in Portugal I went from there to Norway, and I was a little impressed by the difference among the people. I wondered how one could explain it. Then I remembered that every representation I had seen in Portugal of Jesus Christ was that of an infant in arms, or else someone crucified. We glory in the fact that He was an infant in arms, for everything depends on the incarnation; we glory in the fact that He died on the cross. But the first painting I saw on reaching Norway was that of the empty tomb, the three women and the angel. "He is not here; He is risen." The thought came to me, "May that not explain possibly some of the difference in the types of Christianity in Portugal and in Norway?" He is risen, and the power is available for you and me, so that we too can be seated in heavenly places with Jesus Christ, and live a life of victory.—R. P. Wilder

Better Trust in the Living One!
Two little colored boys were slaves to an Arab master. He taught them to believe in Mohammed, whose body, they were informed, was preserved in a coffin in the city of Medina in Arabia. One day these little lads heard a missionary tell about the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ. That night in the darkness of their little hut, they talked the matter over. "What think you?" asked one of them. "Our master tells us that Mohammed is dead, and that his dead body is kept in a coffin; but the white man tells us that Jesus, the Son of God, who came to die for us, rose again and is alive." "I think," replied the other, "that I would rather believe in the Living One." So they did. They were taken to the mission station and taught more about the truth of God as it is revealed in Jesus Christ.—Good News

"Please Do Not Give A Moment's Grief to Me!"
My doctor at last has given what has been his real diagnosis of my illness for weeks—an inoperable case of cancer of the pancreas.
Now if he had been a Christian he wouldn't have been so dilatory and shaken, for he would have known, as you and I do, that life or death is equally welcome when we live in the will and presence of the Lord.
If the Lord has chosen me to go to Him soon, I go gladly. On the other hand, I remember that Christ is still the Great Physician. And so in simple faith and trust I say to Him, "Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me whole." I await His answer utterly at peace.
Please do not give a moment's grief to me. Think of me only happily, gaily, as I do of you. My interest is as keen as ever in everything over there—Memorial Student center and buildings that are to follow, commencement affairs with all the joy and lightheartedness.
I do not say a cold goodbye, but rather a warm "auf Wiedersehen," till I see you again—by God's power and grace on campus this fall or later in the Blessed Land, where I may be allowed to draw aside a curtain when you enter.
With a heart full of love for every individual of you, —Effie Jane Wheeler
(Dr. Effie Jane Wheeler was a member of Wheaton College Faculty for sixteen years. The foregoing, she wrote to Faculty and student body before she entered into the presence of her Lord!)

Resurrection
If the Father deigns to touch with divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn and to make it burst from its prison walls, will He leave neglected in the earth the... man made in the image of his Creator? If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of nature into a multitude of forms can never die, will the spirit of man suffer annihilation when it has paid a brief visit like a royal guest to this tenement of clay? No, I am as sure that there is another life as I am, that I live today!"—William Jennings Bryan

Immortality
In the Metropolitan Museum of New York is a monument to Edgar Allen Poe and on it are inscribed these words, "He was great in genius; unhappy in life; wretched in death; but in fame he is immortal."
That is one kind of immortality. But there is a better one; an immortality not for genius, nor of power, nor of earthly greatness of any kind, but an immortality "brought to light," as Paul says, "through the gospel," that comes through devotion to the will of God and service in the name of Christ, that knows nothing of unhappiness in life or wretchedness in death, but looks out through the stress and the strife of the life that now is, through the doorway of death into the light of heaven, where everlasting woe gives place to a never-ending life of glory and riches and honor before the throne of the living God and our Christ.—From The Man Who Said He Would by William Edward Biederwolf,

Daffodils
   Daffodils in early spring
   Seem to cheer up everything.
   Little sermons do they preach,
   Valued lessons, too, they teach.
   Growing up from murky mire,
   Higher thoughts they would inspire.
   Though they're planted in the ground
   Far above it they are found.
   There's a Flower pure and true
   Blooming e'er before our view.
   From the darkness of the tomb,
   Where He lay in deepest gloom,
   Jesus rose, His life to pour
   Sweetest fragrance evermore. —Selected

"We Are Seven!"
   "Sisters and brothers, little maid,
    How many may you be?"
   'How many? Seven in all,' she said,
    And, wondering, looked at me.
   "And where are they? I pray you tell?"
    She answered, 'Seven are we;
   And two of us at Conway dwell,
    And two are gone to sea.'
   "'Two of us in the churchyard lie,
    My sister and my brother;
   And, in the churchyard cottage, I
    Dwell near them with my Mother.'
   "How many are you, then" said I
    "If they two are in heaven?"
   The little maiden did reply,
    'O master, we are seven!'
   "But they are dead; those two are dead;
    Their spirits are in heaven!"
   'Twas throwing words away; for still
    The little maid would have her will,
    And say, 'Nay, we are seven!'"   —Wordsworth

"Vivit! Vivit!"
Luther was once found at a moment of peril and fear, when he had need to grasp unseen strength, sitting in an abstracted mood tracing on the table with his finger the words, "Vivit! vivit!" ("He lives! He lives!") It is our hope for ourselves, and for His truth and for mankind. Men come and go; leaders, teachers, thinkers speak and work for a season, and then fall silent and impotent. He abides. They die, but He lives. They are lights kindled, and therefore, sooner or later quenched; but He is the true light from which they draw all their brightness, and He shines for ever more.  —Alexander Maclaren

A Daring Challenge
A certain Hanoverian countess, who lived about a hundred years ago, was a noted unbeliever, and was especially opposed to the doctrine of the resurrection, as indeed every unbeliever might well be, especially if his opposition could alter it.
This lady died when about thirty years of age. Before her death she gave orders that her grave should be covered with a slab of granite; that around it should be placed square blocks of stone, and that the corners should be fastened to each other and to the granite slab by heavy iron clamps.
Upon the covering this inscription was placed: THIS BURIAL PLACE PURCHASED TO ALL ETERNITY MUST NEVER BE OPENED
All that human power could do to prevent any change in that grave was done. But a little birch tree seed sprouted, and the root found its way between the side stone and the upper slab and grew there. Slowly but steadily it forced its way until the iron clamps were torn asunder, the granite lid was raised, and it is now resting upon the trunk of the birch tree, which is large and flourishing.—Selected.

The Arch of Triumph
The Arc de Triomphe in Paris is a center of radiating life. It is the most magnificent triumphal arch in all the world. From it a dozen of the stateliest and most lovely avenues of the city stretch forth into the far distances. All life floods it; and all life flows out from it; So the world's life has its central Arch of Triumph in Christ's Cross and resurrection. Two mighty bulwarks of stone rise to their tremendous yet graceful height to form the single Arc de Triomphe—two yet one. Neither is complete without the other. "Christ died—and rose again," but the resurrection power gives meaning and power to the cross.—King's Business.

Dr. Hinson's Valedictory
The following is a quotation from the words of Dr. W. B. Hinson, speaking from the pulpit a year after the commencement of the illness from which he ultimately died: "I remember a year ago when a man in this city said, 'You have got to go to your death.' I walked out to where I live, five miles out of this city, and I looked across at that mountain that I love, and I looked at the river in which I rejoice, and I looked at the stately trees that are always God's own poetry to my soul. Then in the evening I looked up into the great sky where God was lighting his lamps, and I said: 'I may not see you many more times, but, Mountain, I shall be alive when you are gone; and, River, I shall be alive when you cease running toward the sea; and, Stars, I shall be alive when you have fallen from your sockets in the great down-pulling of the material universe!'" This is the confidence of one who knew the Saviour. Is it yours? —Advent Herald

"When the Stars Have Passed!"
   The stars shine over the earth,
   The stars shine over the sea;
   The stars look up to the mighty God,
   The stars look down on me.
   The stars shall live for a million years,
   A million years and a day;
   But God and I will live and love
   When the stars have passed away  —Earl G. Hamlett

"Behold, A Mystery Indeed!"
   Behold, a mystery indeed!
   The tinted flower that once was seed;
   The power of faith, transcending creed;
   God! Who appears in direst need.
   Once ugly bulb, now lily bloom,
   Diffusing fragrance through the room;
   A cruel cross, Golgotha's gloom;
   A Risen Christ, an empty tomb.—Selected

Thomas Jefferson's Dead Bible
Congress once issued a special edition of Thomas Jefferson's Bible. It was simply a copy of our Bible with all references to the supernatural eliminated. Jefferson, in making his selections from the Bible, confined himself solely to the moral teachings of Jesus. The closing words of Jefferson's Bible are: "There laid they Jesus, and rolled a great stone to the mouth of the sepulchre and departed." If our Bible ended like that, it would mean the impossibility of other resurrections. But thank God our Bible does not end like that. And the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead is our "living hope." —Moody Monthly

He Will Not Leave Us
In a book by Archibald Rutledge, called, "Children of Swamp and Wood," a nature story, we find this passage referring to our migration—"And when the time comes for our migration hence to a land unknown, through a misty darkness, He will not desert us. In the rainy night, in that cavernous and monstrous dark, the frailest abide secure. In that flight amid other spheres than ours I believe we shall know what it means to be sustained by Everlasting Arms."
The migration of the birds ends in finding their desired haven. Shall we then doubt the end of our migration when He goes with us all the way? "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee."  —Julia Graydon

Looking Ahead
It seems but the other day, though full seventy years have passed since then, that I heard two boys talking under my little east window that looked out upon the sea. It was springtime, and good old black Enoch was planting flowers. "I don't like to see seeds bein' planted," said the older boy; "makes me think o' diggin' graves an' buryin' folks." "It don't make me feel that way a bit," said the younger. "I just look ahead and see 'em wake right up into posies." —Sunday School Times

Who'll See Him First?
Some years ago a minister of my acquaintance said to me: "I have always known and preached the necessity for the new birth, and the Resurrection, but it's only of late years I have come to know of the personal return of the Lord Jesus. It came to me with a great light, while sitting beside an aged member of my congregation—a poor man, yet rich toward God. Just before he died, he sat up in bed and said: 'Pastor, He has been a great Saviour and Lord. I always longed to live to see Him come in person, but now I'm going; but I'll see Him first anyway, for the dead in Christ shall rise first.'"—As told to me

The Garden Tomb
When the Garden Tomb was discovered in 1885, the godly General Gordon was convinced that this was the place where the body of Jesus had lain. There is a traditional tomb inside the wall of modern Jerusalem, but no certainty attaches to the site. The Garden Tomb, hidden for centuries, was covered with rubbish twenty feet high. When they first cleared the spot, with great caution they gathered all the dust and debris within the tomb and carefully shipped it to the Scientific Association of Great Britain. Every part of it was analyzed, but there was no trace of human remains. If this is the real tomb of Christ, then Jesus was the first to be laid there and he was also the last.—Alliance Weekly

"Winter Just A Memory!"
   Ever see a farm scene
    At joyous Easter time?
   With Winter just a memory,
    The whole world seems in rhyme.
   The crocus buds a-bulging,
    Just ache to be in bloom,
   And morning-glories crowd the fence
    In search of growing-room.
   The pigs and piglets softly drowse,
    The cows seem more content,
   While calves and lambs all sniff to catch
    The breeze's gentle scent.
   "It's Spring," the zephyrs whisper,
    The trees repeat it through,
   And every blade of grass chimes in...
    "Happy Easter... to You!" —Selected

The Mistaken Love Letter
I saw a little child's grave without a headstone. A fresh bunch of flowers had been laid there and a little piece of paper held down by a twig. Struck by the unusualness of this, I opened it, and read: "May 30, 1887. Papa has been here." It seemed both sweet and sad. The father's heart had not yet learned to think about the departed as having passed to the Glory overhead. He thought of his child as lonely and shut away, and it might be a comfort to know that "Papa" had been there. It was a little love letter, and gave a beautiful glimpse into a father's heart. It is to be hoped that he may learn to think so much differently about his child—even as I think of those whose cast-off garments of earth are buried near by.—Frances E. Willard, in a letter to children

Where Was the Key?
A little girl died at a hotel where she was stopping with her father. The mother was dead. Just two followed the body to the cemetery, the father and a minister. The man's grief was great. At the grave he took from his pocket a key, unlocked the casket and looked on the face of his child once more, then silently closed the casket, and handed the key to the keeper of the cemetery. On the way back to the city the minister quoted to the brokenhearted man Revelation 1:18, explaining how the Lord Jesus though dead was now alive. "But what is that about the keys?" asked the man. "It means this," said the minister. "You think the key to your little girl's casket is in the hands of the keeper of the cemetery. Let me tell you, the key to your little girl's grave hangs at the girdle of the Son of God, and he will come some morning and use it." Then the light broke through the man's tears, and he saw the glory of the Resurrection.—Record of Christian Work

The Lesson of the Lily
Rightly the lily is the flower of Easter. It lies buried in the ooze of pond or stream. There is nothing in the grave of the dead lily that appeals to nostril or eye. But silently the forces of life are working in the dark and the damp to prepare a glorious resurrection. A shaft of green shoots upward toward the sun. This is followed by a cluster of tiny buds. One day the sun smiles with special warmth upon the dank, black ooze, and there leaps into the light a creature of light and beauty: it is the lily, an angel of the earth, whose look is light. —Fuel for the Fire

An Easter Message
A few years ago a submarine sank off Provincetown. As soon as possible divers descended. They walked about the disabled ship endeavoring to find some signs of life within. At last they heard a gentle tapping. Listening intently they recognized the dots and dashes of the Morse code. These were the words spelled out, "Is there hope?"
"IS THERE HOPE?" This is the constant cry of humanity, and Easter is the answer to that cry.—Selected

The Difference
A Japanese Baron, through an interpreter, was addressing Bethany Sunday School in Philadelphia. The superintendent, Mr. John Wanamaker, listened in amazement as his distinguished guest was explaining that the teachings of Confucius and Jesus were the same, and there was no need of his changing his faith. The Baron was visiting America to study educational methods, and was deeply interested in the work of Sunday Schools.
After this defense of heathenism before his school, Mr. Wanamaker, distinguished veteran Sunday School leader and great merchant, rose up and spoke what came out of his heart on the spur of the moment. Acknowledging the high moral standards of Confucius, he continued, "There is this vital difference between Confucius and our Lord Jesus Christ. Confucius is dead and buried, and he will remain in his grave till Jesus Christ tells him to arise. But our Christ's grave is empty. He is living. He is here in this room today." And taking a little Testament from his pocket, Mr. Wanamaker added with deep emotion, "We have His Words; they are living Words, and we can read them in this Book." —Gospel Herald

Overwhelming Evidence!
Arnold of Rugby declared: "I have been used for many years to study the histories of other times, and to examine and weigh the evidence of those who have written about them, and I know of no one fact in the history of mankind which is proved by better and fuller evidence of every sort, to the understanding of a fair enquirer, than the great sign which God hath given us that Christ died and rose again from the dead." —Joseph C. Macaulay, D. D. in Moody Monthly

In One Triumphant Move
There is a wonderful picture called "The Game of Death," in which a young man is represented as playing chess with the Devil. The Devil, apparently, by the position of the chessmen, has won the game. A noted chess player went to see the picture, and after looking at it, he said, "I can save that fellow!" Then he explained how the chessmen should be moved to win the game. That is what Jesus Christ has done for us. He has, in one move, eternally checkmated the Devil, and snatched the prey from the mighty. By His victory over death Jesus has given us victory over the grave. —Sunday School Chronicle

From Despair to Joy
It is said that when Harry Lauder received a telegram that his son had been killed on the battlefield he was hurled into a state of despondency that threatened his reason. He raved against a cruel fate that had torn his son from him. Then one day he learned that the boy had become a Christian and was waiting for him on the other side of death. The realization that the life in Christ would blossom anew in the life beyond, because Christ had risen from the dead, lifted him out of black despair. He found a new incentive to live. He exclaimed, "I would that I could picture to you the joy that lies in the assurance of seeing my boy again."

   If Easter be not true, Then faith must mount on broken wing;
   Then hope no more immortal spring;
   Then hope must lose her mighty urge;
   Life prove a phantom, death a dirge—


If Easter be not true.—Henry H. Barstow, in Open Windows

What Broke the Opposition
Our coming to the northern Indians often met with chilly opposition. "We don't want you," they would say. "You white people brought us measles, scarlet fever, smallpox, firewater, and many have died." Trying to address one sullenly indifferent encampment, I breathed prayer for guidance, and after getting my message, I shouted: "Indians, listen to me! I know where all your children are who are not among the living. Many hearts are sad and lonely, but I am so glad that the Great Spirit gives the authority to tell you that you may all meet your children again, and be happy with them forever." At these words a stalwart Indian at the other end of the tent sprang up, threw back his blanket, and rushed toward me, exclaiming: "I had eight children, and they are all dead! My heart is empty, and my wigwam is lonely. They no longer play on the beach, and the canoes are rotting on the sand. I long to see my children again and clasp them in my arms. Tell me, missionary, where they are, and how I can hope to see them. I will do anything you tell me." I turned to the Book, to the Saviour's comforting words, "For of such is the kingdom of heaven." I told them how Jesus had satisfied the claims of justice, and all the children were saved. We may be uncertain about men and women who have become careless, but the children of the white man, red man, and black man are all safe in the paradise of God. Every bit of opposition had vanished, and day after day I opened to them the Scriptures. On that spot, as a result, is a splendid church, with the majority of the people converted. —From Experiences Among the Indians, by Egerton R. Young

Even Ingersoll Had Hope!
The infidel, Robert Ingersoll, when standing at the grave of his brother, said, "Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the height. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing!"—W. B. K.

Christ Sees Us As We Are Going to Be
The story is told of an artist who had in his mind the conception of a great picture. He stretched his vast canvas, and prepared the paint. He painted with great sweeps of his brush as he put in the background. Day after day, he would walk back and forth, putting a daub of gray here, a daub of blue there, and some black there. One day, he came down from the scaffolding to look at what he had done. He kept moving back, back, back. A visitor had come in unnoticed. As the artist moved backward, he bumped right into the stranger. Said the artist, "I didn't know you were here. When did you come in? What do you think of the picture? It is going to be the masterpiece of my life. Isn't it magnificent?" The other said, "I don't see anything there but great daubs of paint!" "Oh," said the artist, "I forgot. You can see only what is there, while I see the picture as it is going to be!"
The blessed Lord Jesus sees us as we are going to be when we awaken with His likeness. Then we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is! —From The Epistles of John, by Dr. Harry A. Ironside

The Difference
As a missionary finished preaching in a market place in one of the villages of northern India, a Mohammedan stepped up to him and said: "You must admit that we have one thing you have not, and it is better than anything you have."
"And what is it you have?"
"When we go to Mecca," said the Mohammedan, "we at least find a coffin. But when you Christians go to Jerusalem, your Mecca, you find nothing but an empty grave."
Smilingly, the missionary explained, "That is just the difference. Mohammed is dead and in his coffin. And all false systems of religion and philosophy are in their coffins. But Christ is risen, and all power in Heaven and on earth is given to Him. He is alive forevermore!" —Sunday School Times

"Don't You Believe It!"
It was this blessed hope of unending bliss that rendered D. L. Moody triumphant in life and all-glorious in death. Before his homegoing, he said, "Some day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody is dead. Don't you believe it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now; I shall have gone up higher, that is all! I was born of the flesh in 1837; I was born of the Spirit in 1856. That which is born of the flesh may die, but that which is born of the Spirit will live forever!"—From Because He Lives, by W. B. K.

"Christ in You"
Many years ago we were traveling through a Southern State. It was the month of February and the time of the blossoming glory of the peach tree. By and by our train pulled up by a great peach orchard. In it were a hundred thousand trees. Each individual tree was robed in splendor of pink and white bloom. As the train slowly wheeled past the great orchard the south wind which blew into the car window was heavily laden with the perfume of that vast orchard of blooms. Suppose you had stood on the same spot in the dead of winter. Those peach trees were all in the same place, but how different. There was not a sign of life, or bloom, or beauty. There they were stretching their dead, bare leafless branches toward the winter sky as though in mute appeal for the life, beauty and blossoms to come of which there was yet no sign. Suppose you were to whisper to them, "Peach trees, as you stand here, so dead and dry and blossomless, what is your hope that you will some day be clothed in the splendor and glory of the spring blossomtime?"
If the peach trees could answer you they would call back with one voice, "The peach life that is in us is our hope and glory"—just as Paul tells the Colossians that it is "Christ in you, the hope of glory" (Col. 1:27). —James McConkey

The Resurrection Symbolized
There is a story told of a workman helper of the great chemist, Faraday. One day he knocked into a jar of acid a little silver cup. It disappeared, being eaten by the acid. The great chemist came in and put some chemical into the jar, and in a moment every particle of silver was precipitated to the bottom. He sifted it out a shapeless mass, sent it to a silversmith, and the cup was restored, shining brighter than before. If Faraday could precipitate that silver and recover his cup, I believe God can restore my sleeping and scattered dust. There are greater miracles of God's than those that He accomplishes through men.—Sunday School Times

The Blessed Future
The doctor did not think the dying daughter would hear when he said to the mother, "Poor child; she has seen
her best days." But she heard him and said, "No, Doctor, I haven't seen my best days; my best days are still to come when I shall see the King in His glory."—From The Man Nobody Missed, by W. E. Biederwolf

"Trav'ling Toward the Sunset!"


   I am trav'ling toward the sunset,
   All is calm and all is well;
   And the golden tints tow'ring heav'nward,
   Are but Nature's crowning spell.
   There is quiet midst the shadows,
   For the day's turmoil is spent.
   Past the noon with all its travail!
   Past the hours of stress and strife!
   Fleeting ecstacy and triumph,
   Mingled in a plodding life.
   There is rapture in the sunset
   And the pathway, smooth and straight;
   I am longing for the sunrise,
   Of that glad resplendent day,
   Then the climax and the glory
   With the earthlife far away—Frank Wilford

He Lives and Loves Forever
Some time ago a preacher was speaking about the resurrection of Christ, and he said that he had been telling the story of the crucifixion to his four-year-old boy. As he went on with the story, the little fellow looked up with a sad expression on his face, and said, "Did Jesus die, then, Dad?" "Yes," said the father, "He died on the cross." "Oh," said the boy, "He cannot love me now, then." Said the father, in telling this incident, "How I realized the value of the resurrection at that moment, and what a joy it was to be able to say: 'He can love one now, because He rose again from the dead on the third day. He lives, and loves, now and forever.'"—Wonderful Word

The Believer's Resurrection
A vase closely sealed was found in a mummy pit in Egypt by the English traveler Wilkinson. In it were discovered a few peas, old, wrinkled, and hard as a stone. The peas were planted carefully under a glass and at the end of thirty days they sprang into life, after having lain sleeping in the dust of a tomb for almost three thousand years—a faint illustration of the mortal body which shall put on immortality. "Because He lives, we shall live also."—Gospel Herald

The Power of Praise
When the armies of Napoleon swept over Europe, one of his generals made a surprise attack on the little town of Feldkirch, on the Austrian border. As Napoleon's formidable army maneuvered on the heights above Feldkirch, a council of its citizens was hastily summoned to decide whether to surrender or attempt a defense. In this assembly the venerable dean of the church arose to declare: "This is Easter Day. We have been counting on our own strength, and that will fail. This is the day of our Lord's resurrection. Let us ring the bells and have services as usual, and leave the matter in God's hands. We know only our weakness and not the power of God." The council accepted his plan, and in a few minutes the church belfry chimed the joyous bells announcing the Saviour's resurrection. The enemy, hearing the sudden peal, concluded that the Austrian army had arrived during the night, broke up camp, and before the Easter bells had ceased, the danger had been lifted. —Lutheran Hour

Power in Christ
Within fifty days of the death of Jesus Christ, and the apparent collapse of His cause, the city of Jerusalem rang with the clarion cries of men who, with all boldness, declared that God had raised Him from the dead, and that they were His witnesses.
Craven cowards were changed into courageous confessors, and rude unlettered fishermen from Galilee had become royal heralds of the King, so that all who saw them and heard them were compelled to acknowledge that something had happened which had utterly transformed their lives.
When questioned by their critics the Apostles had no hesitancy in making reply. They account for their own boldness by attributing everything to the Risen Christ. —Rev. G. H. Lunn

When You Really Believe It
A little more than a month before Easter she had returned from the burial place outside the great city, leaving there in the silence her fourteen-year-old boy. Two days later her little girl gave up the fight, and in less than a week her baby. Only the three-year-old escaped. It was diphtheria. When Easter came she was at church with her husband and the child. Her face was pale, but tender and beautiful. She wore no emblem of her sorrow, and the lilies and violets on her coat were like those she had worn every Easter since I had known her. When the great congregation rose to sing, she sang softly the words:
   The powers of death have done their worst,
   But Christ their legions hath dispersed.


Her husband stood with his head bowed. He could not sing. But she touched his hand as it lay on the back of the pew, and when they recited the Creed I heard him saying the words steadily, "I believe in... the resurrection of the body; and the life everlasting." She taught her class of girls that day, and he went to his superintendent's desk, led his school in worship, and read the Easter story with only a break now and then in his fine voice. Amidst the faces lined with suffering, rebellion, and despair of that Easter congregation, they had seemed a miracle. A fifteen-year-old boy, walking home with his father from the Sunday school said, "Dad, I guess Mr. and Mrs. L—really believe it, don't they?" "Believe what?" said the father. "The whole big thing, all of it; Easter, you know." —Earnest Worker

"What Has Science to Say?"
Said Dr. Joseph A. Parker: "Some have found fault with me. They say I am old-fashioned and out of date; I am always quoting the Bible; why not turn to science this morning.
"There is a poor widow here who has lost her only son. She wants to know if she will see him again. Science shall give the answer, and I will put the Book away." So he took the Book and put it on the seat behind. "Will this woman see her son again? Where is he? Does death end all? What has science to say?" Here a long pause. "We are waiting for an answer, the woman is anxious." Another long pause. "The woman's heart is breaking. Science must speak. Nothing to say? Surely? Then we must take the Book," and here he reverently replaced it, and with great deliberation opened it and read: "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me... The dead shall arise... for this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. O death, where is thy sting.... I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God."
Then, closing the Book, and patting it affectionately, he said, "We will stick to the Book!" —From The Lamb Upon His Throne, by Dr. Joseph Parker

A Living Saviour
One day an Indian fakir was sitting under a tree when some leaves of a torn book blew his way. They were from a New Testament, and as he read the words on them his heart was strangely warmed, and he set out to look for someone who obeyed the book. He found an Englishman with a black band on his arm, and concluding that this was the distinctive mark of a Christian, the fakir donned one, too. Sometime later he entered into a Christian church for the first time and listened to his first Christian preacher, staying after the service to say that he, too, was a follower of this way, and pointing to the black band as proof. They explained that it was the English sign of the death of a loved one. He mused for a moment, and then answered: "But I read in the Book that my Loved One has died, so I shall wear it in memory of Him." And so he did, until he heard the story of the Resurrection, and learned that his Loved One was alive forevermore. Then he removed the black band from his arm, and thereafter his shining face was sufficient advertisement of his new allegiance.—Methodist Recorder

Christ Is Risen—Hallelujah!
   Christ is risen! Hallelujah!
    Gladness fills the world today;
   From the tomb that could not hold Him,
    See, the stone is rolled away!
   Christ hath risen! Hallelujah!
    Blessed morn of life and light!
   Lo, the grave is rent asunder,
    Death is conquered through His might.
   Christ hath risen! Hallelujah!
    Friends of Jesus, dry your tears;
   Through the veil of gloom and darkness,
    Lo, the Son of God appears!
   Christ hath risen! Hallelujah!
    He hath risen, as He said;
   He is now the King of Glory,
    And our great, exalted Head.—Fanny J. Crosby

It's That Simple
Somebody said to Talleyrand, Bishop of Autun during the French Revolution, one of the most astute men who ever lived:
"The Christian religion—what is it? It would be easy to start a religion like that."
"Oh, yes," replied Talleyrand. "One would only have to get crucified and rise again the third day."—Power

The Resurrection in Nature
Some years ago I kept a marine aquarium. As I stood looking at it one summer day I saw on the surface of the water a tiny creature, half fish, half snake, not an inch long, writhing as in mortal agony. With convulsive efforts it bent its head to tail, now on this side, now on that, springing in circles with a force simply wonderful in a creature so small.
I was stretching out my hands to remove it lest it should sink and die and pollute the clear waters, when, lo, in a moment, in a twinkling of an eye, its skin split from end to end, and there sprang out a delicate fly with slender legs and pale lavender wings. Balancing itself for one instant on its discarded skin, it preened its gossamer wings and then flew out of an open window.
The impression made upon me was deep and overpowering. I learned that nature was everywhere hinting at the truth of the resurrection.  —Moody Monthly

"Alas for Him!"

   Alas for him who never sees
   The stars shine through his cypress trees!
   Who, hopelessly, lays his dead away,
   Nor looks to see the breaking day
   Across the mournful marbles play!
   Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
   The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
   That Life is ever lord of Death,
   And Love can never lose its own! —John Greenleaf Whittier

"Come Forth"

   Before the tomb Christ stood one day,
   And dried the people's tears away
   As He spoke forth in mighty voice
   That made Judea's hills rejoice,
    "Come forth!"
   Inside the tomb Christ lay one morn,
   Defeated seemed Salvation's Horn,
   But God the Father spoke the word,
   And this He said, though no man heard,
    "Come forth!"
   Inside the tomb of sin I lay,
   The price of sin I had to pay;
   But Christ the Raiser of the dead
   Spoke to my poor, bound soul and said,
    "Come forth!"
   And when the great and final sound
   Shall raise our loved ones from the ground,
   'Twill be the last time we shall hear
   That glorious sound upon our ear,
    "Come forth!"—Louie W. Stokes

Remembering Only the Cocoon
Arthur Brisbane once pictured a crowd of grieving caterpillars carrying the corpse of a cocoon to its final resting place. The poor, distressed caterpillars, clad in black raiment, were weeping, and all the while the beautiful butterfly fluttered happily above the muck and mire of earth, forever freed from its earthly shell. Needless to say, Brisbane had the average orthodox funeral in mind and sought to convey the idea that when our loved ones pass, it is foolish to remember only the cocoon and concentrate our attention on the remains, while forgetting the bright butterfly. —Edmund K. Goldsborough, in Sanctuary Magazine

Ten Years or a Thousand
When Rufus Choate, the distinguished American statesman, took ship for England in search of health, a friend said to him, "I feel sure that your health will be restored and that you will be living and at your work ten years from now." "Living ten years from now!" said the great lawyer. "I shall be living a thousand years from now." In a few days Mr. Choate died, but in the sense in which he used the words he did not die.—Westminster Teacher

Following Dead Gods
A missionary states that on one occasion a number of persons who were hearing him, mostly women, showed great astonishment when he told them that the God he worshipped, and wished them to worship, is a living God. They said, "The foreigner's God is better than ours; ours has no life."—Missionary Herald

"Each Covered With Drapery of Snow"
An army chaplain tells of having bivouacked with his brigade upon an open field with nothing over him, or his soldiers, but the cold, cloudy sky. On arising the next morning, all over the field were little mounds like new made graves, each covered with a drapery of snow which had fallen during the night and covered each soldier, as with the winding sheet of death. While he was gazing upon the strange spectacle, here and there a man began to stir, rise, shake himself and stand in momentary amazement at the sight. It was a beautiful symbol of the resurrection. —Gospel Herald

A Triumphant Funeral
London had never witnessed such a funeral service as was held for Dr. F. B. Meyer in Christ Church Cathedral. There was never a note of defeat, no hint of tragedy, no suggestion of regret, but there were radiant Scripture passages and glorious Easter hymns. At the conclusion of the service, the vast congregation rose as the organist began to play. They stood with bowed heads waiting for the throbbing dirge of the Death March, but instead the organist swung into the triumphal notes of the Halleluiah Chorus. And why should it be otherwise, when a great servant of Christ was standing at attention before his King? That is the faith which is ours today! We worship, not a dead Jesus, but a living Christ, "who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light through the gospel." —Presbyterian

The Only One Who Conquered Death
Dr. Harry Rimmer was traveling in Egypt and, while negotiating with the Secretary of State, a refined and cultured gentleman, he engaged him in conversation concerning religious experience. "We believe that God has given to man three revelations of Himself," said Dr. Rimmer. "We, too, believe that," said the man, who was a Moslem. "We believe that God has revealed Himself in the works of creation. "We, too, believe that." "We believe that God has revealed Himself in a book—the Bible." "We believe that God has revealed Himself in a book—the Koran." "We believe that God has revealed Himself in a man—that man is Jesus Christ." "We believe that God has revealed Himself in a man—that man is the prophet Mohammed." "We believe that Jesus died to save His followers." "We believe that Mohammed died for his people." "We believe," said Dr. Rimmer, "that Jesus is able to substantiate His claims because He rose from the dead." The Moslem hesitated, then his eyes fell, and finally he replied, "We have no information concerning our prophet after his death." Jesus Christ is supreme because He is the only one who ever conquered death and triumphed over the grave.—Sunday School Times

How To Know Easter's Coming:


   "Thirty days hath September,"
    Every person can remember;
   But to know when Easter'll come
    Puzzles even scholars some.
   When March the twenty-first is past
    Just watch the silvery moon,
   And when you see it full and round,
    Know Easter'll be here soon.
   After the moon has reached its full,
    Then Easter will be here
   The very Sunday after
    In each and every year.
   And if it hap on Sunday
    The moon should reach its height,
   The Sunday following this event
    Will be the Easter bright. —The Friend

Which Christ?
A very learned man once said to a little girl who believed in the Lord Jesus: "My poor little girl, you don't know whom you believe in. There have been many christs. In which of them do you believe?" "I know which one I believe in," replied the child. "I believe in the Christ who rose from the dead."  —Sunday School Times

Our Living Saviour
Vital Christian experience comes from knowing Jesus as the living Saviour.
Two irreligious young men were discussing the resurrection, telling each other why it was impossible for them to accept the doctrine. Then a deacon of a near-by church walked by, and in a joking way one of the young fellows called to him, "Say, Deacon, tell us why you believe that Jesus rose again." "Well," he answered, "one reason is that I was talking with Him for half an hour this very morning." We may all experience proof of the resurrection of Christ in the acknowledging of His living presence in our lives. No one who knows Jesus personally questions the resurrection.—Watchman-Examiner

Contrasting Views of Ghandi and Sankey
Some fifteen years before Ghandi's death, he wrote:
"I must tell you in all humility that Hinduism, as I know it, entirely satisfies my soul, fills my whole being, and I find a solace in the Bhagavad and Upainshads that I miss even in the Sermon on the Mount."
Just before his death, Ghandi wrote:
"My days are numbered. I am not likely to live very long—perhaps a year or a little more. For the first time in fifty years I find myself in the slough of despond. All about me is darkness; I am praying for light."
Just before Sankey's homegoing, he wrote:
"I believe in Him who said, 'Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me hath everlasting life.' "I believe in the Son of God with all my soul, might, mind, and strength, and am therefore saved by the word of One who cannot lie. I have only a little longer weary tossing on the billows' foam, only a little longer of earthly darkness, and then the sunshine of the Father's throne. So sure am I of meeting in heaven those of my friends who are following the Lamb, that I send them this final message, that God is love. Good night, good night."—W. B. K.

"If Easter Be Not True!"


    If Easter be not true,
   Then all the lilies low must lie,
   The Flanders poppies fade and die;
   The spring must lose her fairest bloom,
   For Christ were still within the tomb—
    If Easter be not true.
    If Easter be not true,
   Then faith must mount on broken wings.,
   Then hope no more immortal spring,
   Then hope must lose her mighty urge,
   Life prove a phantom, death a dirge—
    If Easter be not true.
    If Easter be not true,
   'Twere foolishness the cross to bear,
   He died in vain who suffered there;
   What matter though we laugh or cry,
   Be good or evil, live or die,
    If Easter be not true.
    If Easter be not true—
   But it Is true, and Christ is risen!
   And mortal spirit from its prison
   Worthwhile the struggle sure the prize,
    Since Easter, aye, is true! —Henry H. Barstow

"Yet Shall He Live"
A little girl whose baby brother had just died asked her mother where baby had gone. "To be with Jesus," replied the mother. A few days later, talking to a friend, the mother said, "I am so grieved to have lost my baby." The little girl heard her, and, remembering what her mother had told her, looked up into her face and asked, "Mother, is a thing lost when you know where it is?"
"No, of course not." "Well, then, how can baby be lost when he has gone to be with Jesus?" Her mother never forgot this. It was the truth. —Junior King's Business

"He Tore the Bars Away!"
A stanza from an old hymn says that Jesus Christ "burst the bars" of the grave and "tore its bands away." If a man bursts the bars of state's prison all the police force of the commonwealth is after him to bring him back. If, on the contrary, he has served out his full time, all the power in the state cannot retain him a single hour longer. Jesus Christ must remain in the grave three days "according to scripture," but after the three days had expired there was not power enough in heaven or in hell to retain Him another moment. —A. J. Gordon

Certainties—Not Speculations
When that great Christian and scientist, Sir Michael Faraday, was dying, some journalists questioned him as to his speculations for a life after death. "Speculations! "said he, "I know nothing about speculations. I'm resting on certainties. 'I know that my redeemer liveth,' and because He lives, I shall live also." —Gospel Trumpet

An Anticipated Delight!
One of the anticipated delights of the life beyond is our reunion with those dear ones who have died in the Lord, "whom we have loved long since, and lost awhile." "And the stately ships go on, To the haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!"\—Alfred Tennyson

Christ Is Risen


   "Oh, we see Him in the springtime,
    When each bud and leaf and flower
   Bursting from its deathlike sleeping
    Speaks of resurrection power!
   When all nature wakes in gladness,
    Birds sing out their tuneful lays,
   And the earth, bedecked with blossoms,
    Joins in its Creator's praise."—Pentecostal Evangelist

Reveille!—Not Taps
A soldier said, "When I die do not sound taps over my grave, but reveille—the morning call, the summons to rise."
                                             —From Streams in the Desert, by M