Arizona republican., 1905-04-24

Jerusalem. poison the teachers in Athens, burn the prophets in Florence, imprison the poets in Bedford, murder the president and emancipator in Washington In every generation the one great man of each city has been unrecognized during his life. The fathers kill the prophets, the children build their sepulchres, the grandchil- | dren wear deeply the pathway that leads to the heroes tomb. If there l were no future life. we had best beat our foreheads against some granite , cliff and end the struggle. But what | if the glory of life is in it's battle and , its victory? If there be a meeting place of the dead, I can understand" ! exclaimed the Roman orator. An! there 1 is meeting place of the dead! "There 1 the day dawns and the shadows flee away" We shall awake in His like ness and he satisfied. Therefore, on this Easter day take courage. Look upl Do not stoop with your ear to- ward the ground, but listen with your face toward the sky! Hope on. faint heart. All yet shall be well. In the
 THE JOY OF DEATH.
 Christ felt the homing instinct, as
 
 won the victory over all fear of death. What marvellous word is this: And
 He spake to them concerning death i that He should accomplish" But what I do ye know not now. but ye shall know hereafter" The difference between January and June is not so striking as the contrast between the ancients' view of death and Christ's. For Solomon. death was utterly terri ble. The grave was full of fear The l image of dying was the skull and | cross bones. Death went up and down
 the land with a sharp scythe. The ! only word to describe death was the word "enemy." Death was an enemy
 of the body's fair temple. pulling down
 the comedy parts, breaking the golden | bowl darkening the windows, loosing i the silver cord. Than came Christ.
 He said that heaven was the other
 room. and that the grave slab was
 door. When the life work was over God sent angels of release and convey. | Men were to welcome the angel of i death with outstretched arms. Death was the furlough, releasing the sol dier. scared with his battles on the far-off frontier. Death was the sail ing of the ship and its entrance into a harbor of peace. Death was re- demption out of the body, with it's
 frailty and sins. into fitness of ,ea-
 son, perfection Of judgment. and sat
 isfaction Of love. Therefore, Christ's
 disciples swept all the world in search
 of imaR, rich enough to express their
 idea of cath, their joy al the thought
 of death No child, homesick, away at
 school. Ting awake at night. with hap
 py thou hts, and pressure Of golden | 4gr.~r
 the journey home, the leaping into
 mothers arms. the thanksgiving joy all this is as nothing to the tumultous joys that surge and crowd through
 the Christian heart, in the hour when we forecast dying and death and the , home coming to our Fathers house. DEATH A DISGUISED ANGEL.
 To all troubled ones to whom the : thought, This year I may die" brings
 terror. should come another thought
 that death is an angel in disguise ! Gods ls-est and best messenger. The Q old legend tells the story of a noble g man. who, tired with the days work l made his way into the outskirts of the T city. There he found a shady tree or { the bank of a little stream that wenr T singing by. One by one the lamps oi { night were lighted in the sky, and 2 f great deep peace fell on the man. a heart. Suddenly he was conscious O ,. the approach of a stranger, who stayed D his steps and asked a question. Be e cause he was new to these scenes, tn, e man gave the stranger explanation - T have lived here for three SCOT, . years. Il is a good world all it's fruits @ fruits of Paradise. Our books are ful q of wisdom. OUT arts are full of beauty g our houses are full of happiness. Bu e there is one defect. There is a blacl V mark that lies across the page Cor tn 1 scholar, there is a cloud that eclipse - the sun for the artist, there is an en emy that enters the home to de stroy it @ happiness. If you are indeed a sJrang ! CT, from another world, stay not CT - this earth, but seek some other star. e And then the man, overcome with tn Il beauty of this stranger and won Q his gentleness, said: 'I do not nO, O why you have made so great an i'm s pressiOn on me; I seem to have los e my heart to you. Much as 1 volId de n sire you to stay, I can but urge yo n to seek another world as your hom, @ For here we have an enemy name {. Death. Flee, lest this destroyer fin e thee here.' And then it was that tn It glorious stranger, with gentle smii ,r stretched forth his hand and said II Why this is strange. My name i Il Doatk."