The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-04-15
Easter Thoughts.

heart of man, in this calculating age
of scientific miracles, will again be
confronted by the transcendent mir
acle of the resurrection.
Sordid ambitions will shrink back
into the darkness as the light of this
approaching Easter creeps over the
earth; feelings of hatred and estrange-
ment will no longer clamor for ex-
preston faith will take on a fresh
apparel and look toward heaven with
a clearer vision; while the human
heart, purged of it's passions and
emptied of it's bitterness, will be re-
newed in measure by the sanctify-
ing touch of this divine influence
Base indeed must be the man who
viii not respond to this sacred vista
ton by throwing aside some of the
evil dross that is in him and seeking
after the true gold that lies in the
grasp of higher and better things!
"He is not here, for He is risen 7"
This will be the text from which
thousands Of sermons will go forth
next Sunday morning, freighted with
fraternal messages of peace on earth,
good will to men.
Nineteen centuries have passed
since the angel at the sepulchre an
nounced the resurrection of the
Savior, and yet the message is still
proclaimed with joyful accent while
music prolongs the echo in strains of
surprising melody.
The Importance of Easter cannot
be too strongly emphasized. The
divinity Of Christ is established by
His resurrection from the dead, and
this miracle is the corner stone of the
Christian faith. If Christ had not
arisen from the tomb there would be
no warrant for the hope that any one
should ever rise therefrom, but hav-
ing emerged from the sleep of death
this miracle proclaims the hope of
resurrection to all who sleep in the
blessed faith of the gospel.
Each year, therefore, as the flowers
begin to wreathe the landscape and
the spring revives under the balmy
smile of April, the resurrection of the
Savior is declared afresh and again
the Inconsistencies carry perfume to
the sepulchre.
As long as the race continues, as
long as the moon pursues her silvery
course through the heavens, as long
as the stars glisten in the diadem of
night, SO long will Easter morning be
unlike any other morning of the year.
1t is bridal day which greets US with
the assurances of eternal love. The
worlds great heart no longer resem-
bles mutfled drum, but beats with
divinely inspired hopes. With moist
eyes we look at the mound where
rests the loved one, but with grateful
hands we scatter flowers thereon
"He is risen" And we, too, shall
rise. The years may come and go as
they will henceforth: they may bring
whatever fortune He thinks best
our sojourn is but short, and then
the heavens will open. Like soldiers
we sit around the campfire for night
only; death is the glorious morning
when we shall take up our march to
fairer lands.
In every life there is Gethsemane,
and in every life Calvary. But
Easter morning comes at last, and
with it JOY and peace.
Be patient in the darkness, for the
sun will soon be above the hilltops.
The grave is no ones home-it is
only the resting spot from which the
soul takes its fight to other chimes.
Tears for the departed will keep
the grass Of the cemetery green, but
behind the tears at separation is the
hope of reunion.
Even earthly love NAV be eternal