The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1888-05-03

brate the reanlmation of Christ from the
catacombs. ALI the flowers of to-day
spell resurrection. There is not nook or
corner in all the building but is touched
with the incense The women carried
spices to the tomb of Christ, and they
dropped spices all around about the tomb,
and from those spices have grown al the
flowers of Easter morn. The two white
robed angels that hurled the stone away
from the door of the tomb, hurled it with
such violence down the hill that it crash
ed in the door of the worlds sepulchre,
and millions of the stark and dead shall
come forth.
However labyrinthian the mausoleun1,
however costly the sarcophagus, however
architecturally grand the metropolis, how
ever beautifully parterred the family
grounds, we want them all broken up by
the Lord of the resurrection. The forms
that we laid away with our broken hearts
must rise again. Father and mother-they
must come out. Husband and wife-they
must come out. Brothers and sisters-they
must come out. Our darling children-they
must come out. The eyes that with tremb-
ling fingers we closed must open in the
luster of resurrection morn. The arms
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embrace of reunion. The beloved voice
that was hushed must be returned. The
beloved form must come up without its
infirmities, without its fatigues-it must
come up.
Oh, how long it seems for some of you.
Waiting-waiting for the resurrect1onI
How long! how long! J. make for your
broken hearts to-day cool, soft bandage
of Easter lilies. Last night we had come
in the mails beautiful Easter card, on
the top of it a representation of that ex-
quisite flower called the trumpet
creeper," and under it the inscription:
''The trumpet shall sound, and the dead
shall be raised" comfort you this day
with the thought of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in st.
Paul's Cathedral in London, the heart of
England was stirred. The procession
passed on amid the sobbing of a nation.
There were thirty trumpeters stationed at
the door of the cathedral, with instru-
ments of music in hand waiting for the
signal, and when the illustrious dead ar
rived at the gates of st. Paul's Cathedral,
these thirty trumpeters gave one united
blast, and then all was silent. Yet the
trumpets did not awake the dead. He
slept right on.
But 1 have to tell you, what thirty
trumpeters could not do for one man, one
trumpeSer will do for all nations The
ages have rolled on, and the clock of the
worlds destiny strikes nine, ten, eleven,
twelve, and time shall be no longer.
Behold the unchanged lowering. He
takes the trumpet, points it this way,
puts its lips to his lips, and then blows
one long, loud, terrific, thunderous re-
verberating and resurrectionary blast.
Look! Look! They rise! The dead! The
dead! Some coming forth from the fami-
ly vault; some from the city cemetery
some from the country graveyard. Here
spirit is joined to it's body, and there
another spirit is joined to another body,
and millions of departed spirits are as
sorting the bodies, and then reclothing
themselves in forms now radiant for as
cension.
The earth begins to burn-the bonfire of
great victory. All ready now for the
procession of reconstructed humanity
Upward and away! Christ leads and all
the Christian dead follow-battalion after
battalion, nation after nation. Up, up!
On, on! Forward, We ranks of God Al
mighty! Lift up your heads, We everlast-
ing SaIcS, anu leu tle cOuQueTOTS COME H.
Resurrection! Resurrection!
And so twist all the festal flowers of
this church with all the festal flowers of
chapels and cathedrals of all Christepdom
into one great chain, and with that chain
l bind the Easter morning of 1888 with the
closing Easter of the worlds history
resurrection! May the God of peace that
brought again from the dead our Lord
.JaSuS that great Shapbar1 Of tho cbao,,
through the blood of the everlasting cove
nant, make you perfect in every good work
to do His will.