The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-03-22

1 saved for this world of today Their
souls are starved and joyless; they
| are slaves to petty cares; their eyes
are never lifted up to the heavenlies;
life, full, bubbling and overflowing,
such as is the sure portion of those
| whom Christ has delivered from
| bondage. If religion is anything at
| all vital it is a preIent experience.
The great argument for full and
! abundant life is not that death draws
! on apace, but that Christ lives and
! shares his conquering life with his
| friends. A happy. helpful, holy life
| is the best testimony that a Chris
/ tan can bear to his Master.
Arise, Q. Soul, this Easter Day!
| The Lord is risen.
Forget the tomb of yesterday;
| The Lord is risen!
And thou from bondage art set free,
Thou sharest in his victory,
The life eternal is for thee,
The Lord is risen
Sarah Louise Arnold.
Professor William James did the
world great service by his essay
wherein he showed. by the analogy of
the runners power to get his second
! wind" that every one of us has unsus-
pected reserves of life which ordinarily
! larger and more vital living: to the
life more abundant, physical, mental,
social and spiritual. Science echoes the
message of the Master, Il am come that
We may have life, and that We may
have it more abundantly.'
They multiply life who live in other
lives. The art of sympathy and CO.
operation, of giving self to others and
sharing others selves, is Christ's own
secret of vital living.
We are too stupid about death. We
will not learn
How it is wages paid to those who
earn,
How it is the gift for which on earth
we yearn,
To be set free from bondage to the
flesh;
How it is turning seed-corn into
grain,
How 1t is winning heavens eternal
gain,
How it means freedom evermore from
pain,
How it untangles every mortal mesh.
We are so selfish about death. We
count our grief
Far more than we consider their re-
lief
Whom the great Reaper gathers in the
sheaf
No more to know the seasons constant
change;
Life with all joy, peace, rest, and glory
The victory won, and ended all the
strife.
And heaven no longer far away or
strange.
Their Lent is over. and their Easter
won.
Waiting till over paradise the sun
Shall rise in majesty, and life begun
Shall grow in glory as the perfect day
Moves on. to hold it's endless, deathless
sway.
Bishop w. C. Doane, in The Outlook
When we live for the same things for
which Christ lived we are sharers of
His largeness of life.
The yardstick for the measuring of
a vital life is not in the worlds hands
The best lives are often the obscurest:
the life hid with Christ in Cod Pub
licity has it's uses, but it never has
been, and never can be, true measure
of the value of a life Moreover, 1t
carries ever the insidious temptation to
make the plaudits of men, rather than
the approval of God, the test of success.
The apostolic ambition was to be well
pleasing unto Him. The life that
Here is a great mystery. The theo-
logians have never been able to ex-
pound it, but myriads of unlettered
saints have experienced it: namely,
that newness of life is lin Christ"
lived by his impaired power. Vic
tory over the souls downward drift,
over innate littleness and sordidness,
over earth's tug and pull, are some
how mysteriously given to those whose
lives are in the keeping of the risen
Christ. Some anonymous lines in "As-
ISOLATION Men, convey this Easter
thought:
up from the grave of a battling life,
Jesus, rise; Jesus, I rise,
Into the joy of victorious strife,
Jesus, rise with Thee,
Tn from my weakness into Thy might, |
Up from my blindness into Thy sight,
Up through the mist, and on to the
height
Jesus, I rise with Thee
up from the tomb of unreasoning
dread.
Jesus, / rise: Jesus, l rise,
Into the fullness of life from the dead, !
Jesus, rise with Thee
Up from the trifiing program of time.
Up from the wreckage of things that |
were mine,
Up to that heavenly vision of Thine,
Jesus, I rise with Thee /
SEVEN SENTENCE SERMONS.
The most wasted of all days is that |
on which one has not laughed.-Cham- |
fort.
AS one lamp lights another. nor ,
grows less, so nobleness enkindleth |
nobleness.-Lowell
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