The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1899-04-12

But, mr friends, 10wers nave no
granderuse than when on Easter morn.
! ing We celebrate the leanimatlon OF
I Christ from the catacomhs The fow-
ers spell resurrection. There is hot 4
nook or corner in II the building bur
is touched with the jEcen>-. The We
men carried spices 10 the tomb Of
Christ, and they dropped spices all
around about the tomb, and from these
spices have grown all the flowers Of Eas-
ter 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 crushed
in the door Of the worlds SepaIcher.
and millions of fragments came forth.
However labyrinthinc the mausolc-
um, however costly the sarcophagus,
however architecturally grand the ne
cropoiis, however beautifully parterrcd
the family grounds, We want them all
broken up by the Lord Of the rcSurrec
ion. The forms that we laid away
with our broken hearts must rise again.
Father and mother, they mus, come
out. Husband and wife, they must
come out. Brothers and sister, they
must come out. Our darling children.
they must come out. The eyes that
with trembling fingers VIC closed must
open in the luster Of resurrection morn.
The arms that we folded ndeath must
join ours in embrace of reunion. The be-
loved voice that was hushed must be-
returned. The beloved form must
cone up without its inirmities, with
out its fatigues. 1t must come up.
Oh, how long it seems for some Of YOU!
Waiting, waiting for the resurrection.
How long how long! | make your bro
ken hearts today cool, soft bandsge
of lilies comfort you this day with
the thought of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in St.
Panl's cathedral in London, the he2rt
Of all England was stirred The pro-
cession passed on amid the sobbing Of a
nation Thereewere 30 trumreters sta
toned at the door Of the cathedral, with
instruments of music in hand, waiting
for the signal and, when the illustrious
dead arrived at the gates of St. Pauls
cathedral, these 80 trumpeters gave one
united blast, and then all was silent.
Yet the trumpets did not wake the
dead. He slept right on, But have
to tell you, what 80 trumpeters could
not DO fer one man, one trumpeters viii
do for all nations. The ages have roll
ed on, and the clock Of the worlds des-
tiny strikes 9, 10, II, y, and tine shall
be no longer.
Behold the archangel hoyer;ng II
takes the trumpet, points it this
puts it's lips to his lips and then H.
one long, loud, terrific, thunderou -
verberating and resurrcctionary LAST!
Look, look! They rise! The de-
the dead! some coming forth from the
family vault, some from the city nc
terry, some from the country grave: ard.
Here spirit is Joined to its body, and
there another spirit is joined to anr.her
body, and millions Of departed SPIRITS
are asserting the bodies, and then re-
clothing themselves in forms ra::ant
for ascension.
The earth begins to burn-the bcufre
Of great victory. All ready now for
the procession of reconstructed human
ity! Upward and away Christ leads,
and all the Christian dead follow, bs-
talon after battalion, nation after na-
tion. Up, up! On, on! Forward, ye
ranks of God Almighty! Lift up your
heads, ye everlasting gates and let the
conquerors come in! Resurrection.
Resurrection!
And so I twist all the festal flowers
Of the chapels and cathedrals of all
Christendom into one great chain, and
with that chain | bind the Easter morn
ing of 1899 with the closing Easter Of
the worlds history-resurrection, May
the God Of peace that brought again
firm the dad our Lord Jesus, that
great Shepherd Of the sheep, through
the blood of the covenant, make you
perfect in every good work to do bis
will.