The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1908-04-18
Christ is Risen.

NV AAhN
season, called Easter Sunday, when
compared with the rank and file OF the
year. is like a general who rides amid
the plaudits of his army, the symbol
of victory on his helm
AS Mont Blanc rises among the
lesser lips, piercing the clouds with
it's sheen of weired and mystic beauty,
so towers this day above all other
days, bearing on it's front a Signiti-
canoe more profound and a Spiend1r
more t~ranScendent.
On Good Friday the shadow Of
death, horizons wide, covered the
heavens from view. So O'erclOuded
was the earth that grief and loss
were alone in sight. The life or the
N%aZarene, a life of Self-Sacritice for
the peoples sake, had ended in the
martyrs doom. He was born of a
race that has never ceased to excite
the admiration of the historical critic.
He followed in the footsteps Of the
earlier prophets, but waS SO much
more ~far-Seelng and autocratic that
His claim to be the Sun of God was
acknowledged with hOSannaS when
He entered Jerusalem in triumph.
But His career was abruptly brought
to a close and His body laid in the
tomb.
That grim tyrant, Death, who rules
mortality with relentless sway, and
drives young and old alike, d%isdaining
all favOritlSm, into the gloom OF the
hereafter, had demanded and accept
ed HIS surrender. From that Friday
afternoon until the third morning
thereafter, when the sun rOS above
the hill tops of the Judean landscape,
His disciples were broken hearted, and
the prophecy that he would rise again
was regarded as the tigment of an en-
thusiast'S fancy. They were drowned
in the rising tide of their unSpeakable
disappointment and chagrin. The
King had Succumbed and apparently
c~ontradicted His own glowing words
of promise. There Was nothing left
but to return to their humble vOca-
lions and forget their hopes and
dreams as lest they could.
But the third morning came, and
with it the most astonishing occur
ence that ever stirred the pulse. The
tomb was empty. Death had been rob-
bed of his victory. Grim Death, who
al, had surrendered to a
nightier than himself.
With that empty tomb in view,
became a radiant fact.
stood still in unutterable
lnazement and eyes unused to tears
we're drenched in brine. The doors of
another world swung wide On their
hinges and a new and higher
motive throbbed in the bosom of the
race.
Since then a larger faith, like an
anchor, has held IA vessel in the
storm. AS Lowell sings:
And when over breakers to leeward
The tattercd SurgeS are hurled,
t will keep our head to the tempest
With its grip on the base of the
world"
Another life assured when this one
5 spent changes men into gods.
Since there are numberleSS other
lorizons when the soul in its journey
as passed the boundary line of time,
re count all present joys as mere buds
,hich shall blossom and bear ripened
ruit in some distant cline.
# the resurrection be a falSehood, !
/ is the most blessed uItTuth that
Ias ever vouchsafed to man.
From that falsehood Is fashioned by
be cumming hand of smiles and sor.
.ws the manifest character, ennobled
y the loftiest aims which philosophy
an conceive or rhetoric portray.
II the resurrection be a fact, the
cry mountains, which crumble with
he ages, are moved to envy OF the
Ugh estate Of humanity.
The earth itself shall grow feeble
nth time, and fall at last into the
ir like a hundfuI Of dust, but the
pirit of man, undimmed by passing
cons, shall live forever in the house
Iot made with hands,"
Easter Sunday, then, allows us the
acred privilege of planting fiowersI