The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1912-02-10
THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY

Today, February 9Th, 1912. is
Lynne Durham's first anniversary
IN the house of many mansions"
the home of the soul. One year ago
her pulseless hands were folded over
heart at rest; a young heart which
peat until it ceased beating with love
Tor God and her fellowman. Her
soulful eyes We're closed for the long
sleep which is to last until the sea
snail give up its dead and earth's
sleeping millions shall awake to the
voice OF God at the dawn of the res
direction morning. Every day for a
whole year, as days are counted nm
on the earthly calendar, many hearts
nave grleved for the absent one, but
To-Day the shadows deepen and the
burden seems to press more heavily.
May the Healer of the worlds sor-
rows awaken us to a realization of
the worlds needs. The one who went
away would have us Joyous today
in doing the work committed to our
handS until the reunion shall come
ana there will be no separation.
Cut flowers which daily brighten and
beautify her last resting place bear
eloquent testimony that the dear
mother and other friends hold her
IN loving remembrance. That was a
beautiful picture of tenderness and
appreciation when the girls of the
Lynne Durham Sunday school class
all dressed in white, went in a BODY
and with willing hands planted flow
ers about the grave of their beloved
young teacher.
Somehow this memorial day fills
my mind and heart with imagin-
lngs and inquiries. When my friend
entered the land of the unsetting
sun possibly she knew the risen
Christ by the prints of the nails in
HIS hands; or perhaps she recogniz-
ed Him from the description given
by the Revelator in his wonderful
vision on Patmos, Rev. I:13-16
During the year of spirit life. where
among the shining spheres has she
gone on errands of love or missions
OF mercy at the Masters bidding?
Where have been her activities and
gentle ministries? If eye to eye and
race to face my friend could talk
with me today in the old familiar
way she would remind me of the
OreVlty OF life and certainty of death.
DO we need to be reminded? Has
not crepe hung from every door
knob in our town telling that the
King of Terrors" had been there?
The passerby, though stranger. I'M
derstoOd the badge of the grim
/ reaper, and sent a thought of SYM
| pathy beyond the threshold TO the
mourners within. Our life is an
"handbreath," "a vapour." eve all
| do fade as the leaf" She would
| tell me that the Bible is true. That
truth is so fully fixed in my heart
| though one rose from the dead and
brought the message it would not be
| more sincerely believed. THE Bible
is Gods book and mans book. fit.
ting every turn and curve of the hu.
man heart" 1t was written for al
people of all the ages. Linguist,
bear testimony that it is the easiast
of literature to translate into otheI
| tongues Man has sinned: Chris
is the. only remedy. The Bool
makes use of the commonplac,
Jnlngs which are necessary to GU,
physical well-being to impress u
IndI OhIlSI Is just as essential to GU
spiritual life. He is called 9TH,
: Door The Way" THE Bread O
Life, The Dayspring," The Da,
Star, The Bright and Mornini
Star, THE Sun of Righteousness
The Rose of Sharon and the Lii,
: of the Valleys" The inspired writ
ers seem to exhaust language I,
make us understand that "our souI
were made for God, and they ar