Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-23

which this world knows that is voice and
the only voice that can bring the assurance
of heaven into a soul. Mary" Infidelity
might as well undertake to blot out the sun
as that single word. He has not changed
these. In the spirit He is the same loving
Lord He was in the body. He speaks as
He used to speak to her Tears wove
veil which concealed Him. Seeking after
the dead oftens prevents us from seeing the
living. The spirit dies not. That we loved
is eternal. Faith sees immutable deathless
dwelt among He is the same. Our
eyes shall behold Him as He walked in
Galilee; our ears catch the welcome notes
of the same voice. Il know that my Re-
deemer liveth-whom l shall see for myself
and mine eyes shall behold, and not a
stranger And if l know him; if 1 know
Abraham. and Isaac, and Jacob, whom 1
have not seen, shall l not recognize my
friends whom l have seen? Shall not know
at least as much in the full development of
my intellectual and spiritual powers as
know here under the shadows and in the
uncertainty? Shall 1 not see, no longer
through glass darkly, but face to face?
Mary" This displays His love. Before
He has said woman" now it is Mary.
1t is the address of affection. This world
without that voice would be like a mother
without smile a spring without blossoms,
a sky without a star. Will it not be enough
for the meanest, hardest lot on earth to
have ones name called in heaven by such
lips? Mary Oh. what music! That's all
that is worth living for. Present pleasures
are of small moment-gone tomorrow.
Splendors of wealth poor comfort
darkness of night falls on them. Glory OF
name won through flame and blood only
for today-Caesar, Alexander, Napoleon-ls
forever buried in oblivion. Here is the only
thing "Maryr' 1t is the call of love, of
sympathy for her sorrow, of watchful care.
He has been looking on and feels for her.
1t is a voice for every seeking spirit Tor
every sorrowing heart, for every dark life,
which is as rift through the cloud whence
the sunlight comes. 1t is a call to every
woman to find her Lord and rejoice. 1t Is
check to every thoughtless, frivolous SIN
ming life; summons to consider splrltual
and eternal things. 1t reveals Jesus the
divine. risen conquering Savior. And
shall the response come as from Mary OF
old: "Rabboni!'' Oh my Master! Shall
the soul recognize it's Sovereign?
III. Before US again is the glorious evan
gelism-"Go" In the fullness of her JOY she
must think and act for others. She is the
first evangelist, apostle to the apostles
For all men this story is to be told.
Write said the angel, Blessed are the
dead that die in the Lord Easter is OBJ
served as an annual festival in commence
ra ton of the resurrection. 1t would prove
a blessing if every first day were made
more day of rejoicing because of this
great memory and great hope, and If
throughout all lands and in all Christian
assemblies, on every Lords day, the Lords
table were spread, and the Lords death
and the Lords resurrection remembered
thus with equal frequency and solemnity.
The reward would be as great once every
week, fifty-two times in the year, as to
nually, and men need it's constant COM
fort and constant sanctifcaton. This is as
Christ intended, and men by blindness and
ignorance lose inestimable benefits by not
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has the church lost by attempts to add to
the teaching and practice of Christ and the
apostles. A glad day will it be for the
church and the world when men shall listen
to Christ only.
And as the Easter lesson is for every
first day so the Easter message is for every
man. None SO low, so sinful, so comfort
less that this joy may not reach them. You
only need to get high enough on the noun
tain to be above the storm. Below men
hear the thunder, and you see them hurry
ing to get away from the fury of the ele
ments, but standing well up on the noun
tain side and above the cloud, you escape
the wind and rain and thunder. Storms
hug the ground and you are higher than
they are Seek the heights.
Oh, how men suffer the world over with
out this gospel, Millions, hundreds of mil
lions weep today over hopeless graves
Peace, peace in sorrow, in calamity, in
death, is for all men. God speed the time
when even in heathenism shall all hear the
story; when men in ignorance, in unbelief,
in sorrow in want and in WEAKNESS every
where shall yield to Him whose sweet word
IS Come unto Me, all you who are toiling
and burdened. and 1 will give you rest