Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1909-04-12

and the populaco went mad when they
saw the god Of Rome,
But thero was another n prisoner
-manaeled ana walking With painful
step. him. the visitor to the etcrus
city saw that day-but soon forgot
him, lost i'm the glitter of the golden
chariot of the emperor. But. history
records that the really great sight hc
saw that day was the manaclcd an
weary prisoncr-the Apostle Paul The
sccptre or Nero. long since broken.
ana Nero only a dcspised ana hato1
failure. while paul, the teacher ln1
the philosopher. rules the myriads eft
the human race. Ana why, think
YOU. Paul was saved out of the mira
of his present by the steadfe stness e
his hope in God, ana belief in the be-
tered condition of the futurc9
An anchor can have no real value
unless the chain by which it be heul
is long enough to reach someWher".
Wonder in mid-ocean when a storm
sweeps the bosom of the deep, the
grooming vessel throws overheard its
anchors But the cables by which
they are bound to the ship are TAR
too short to reach the bottom Of the
sea-, and the winds play morrily with
the anchored things in which ride
thousands of human destinies. And
the trouhle2 The anchor failed 20
reach anywhere and hence was use
less.
our s|alutation this Easter morning
is the All hail, sounded In the gar
don of Aramathes, centuries agone. lie
is not here. He is risen. And this hope
We have an anchor of the soul,
which ontereth into that which is
Within the veil"
Tho anchor of Christian faith, my
brother. reaches somewhere. It finds
bottom and imbeds itself in the soil
within the veil, whittier the Forerunncr
Himself hath entered. And SO long
as the cable of your faith shall hold
you may outride the tempests and
storms of life, saved 10y your hope.
Tho true object of Christianity is to
encourage men and make them
strong. 4 true and genuine friend
is one who comes to YOU with
cheer ana renewing of hope, no mat
ter hoW often he comes No soul can
move toward the divine life unless II
have a divine impulse within. No hu-
man craft can be safely piloted which
has not some star, some beacon to
keep the heart from despair. Hope in
the human breast has furnished all
the incentive to action and been the
spring of an advancement for the
race.
In the souls of men there are secret
hopes Of perfection, %throbbing pas
sions after purity, deep putting forth
of the heart after joys beyond the
power of speech. To multitudes of
men. whose hearts are sore with sor-
row n for whom the sun is darkcn-
ed, there come voices prophetic with
hope and it is this voice which rings
with the clear, penetrating force of
reality-and they are saved by hope.
To many the air of every night is
full of strains of old songs sung in old
homes. which the heart has kept
with sacred fidelity and of a far
reaching echo of music SO deep II
vast and filled with unutterable long
ing the soul seems to be nearing its
own. and such are held by the an
chorago of hope.
Without faith, horn from the great
ness of mans soul, rising into con-
s|ciousness whenever the Same Is de
velopcd. underlaid by hope, life is
meaningless, and mans soul a delu-
sion and a mockery.
Mcn are saved from the disaster of
despair by hope Tho sense OF loneli-
ness IS ncvcr so great ais when the inn
mortal within us beats against the