Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1915-04-03
NEGOTIATIONS FOR SATURDAY

The nay A:ter
The next day was the Sabbath. The
next day, the day after the CrucifXiOn
the day after Jesus was taken fro1
the cross and his paIlid bruised body
laid away in the new sepulchre q
Joseph. The day after the conflict
and the fear, and the tensity. and the
agony. Jesus was dead and the day
after had come.
1t is ever the day after that is the
hardest to bear. Then everything
seems to mock our sorrow and the
world seems so .heartless. d, Life has
come to an end for us, and yet the
sun still shines and the busy world
gCes on. There comes a kind of be-
wilderment One is alive and in a
world to which he does not belong
It is hard to realize what is TO be
done and to find ones place again.
How can one take up duties that have
lost their meaning? How can one
meet ones fellow men who cannot
understand? How can one join a com
pany of the merry-hearted when JOY
and hearts e9se seem to have gone
forever? Whatever calamity may
come to us with it's keen. cutting
agony-and there are so many posi-
BILE, and each one with it's own pain
there is always a day after when the
realizing of our loss presses heavy
upon us, md the hopelessness Of the
look forward robs us of strength and
motive. And that day we drink the
cup of life's bitterness.
The day after the financial crash
has come. He has been fighting and
struggling to secure temporary stays,
always hoping that the tide will turn.
But now the blow has fallen; he is
bankrupt. End the next day he must
begin life anew. He does not know
how to live as poor men live. He
knows not where to turn or what to
do. The heavy sorrow of the failure
bows him down
The day after the battle. The fight
is over and the cause is lost. And
what shall the leader do? Oh, the
tragedies of history in the day after
the battle.
And the day after, that comes to
every home; when the friends are
gone and the house is swept and gar
nished, and SO empty. The pain of
the blow is keen as our quivering flesh
can bear but the ache that is after
the blow-who can tell it's dull and
silent sorrow?
So the evangelists have no record
Of the day after the crucifxion. There
is nothing to tell Jesus is de4d. John
q 10 cfr to u iSy
home. The sword has pierced through
ner heart and she can only realize:
Jesus is dead. The II gather in that
upper room, where so recently Jesus
had eaten the memorable SUPPER. and
as they look at the place where he
stood there comes upon them the aW-
full hopeless sense Of orphanhood: Ie-
sus is dead. The women from Galilee
are waiting till the Sabbath is mast
There are those among us who are
living in that dull day after. Their
hopes are in the tomb. Their thoughts
are in the past. Their lives arc with
the dead AS if there had never been
another morning; as if triumph and
faith had never said: 'All things
work together for good to them that
love God, as if the things that are
seen are eternal; as if angelic voices
had never spoken to fafthless hearts,
who think Of buried hopes and buried
love, the glorious. glad rebuke that
declares there is no death of anything
that is good: why seek We the liv.
ing among the dead? He is not there.
He is risen
Then when we sorrow it must ever
be with the bitterness of hopeless
sorrow Things that are not seen are
eternal. God sees them. He knoweth
the end from the beginning. The good
and the true and the beautiful that
come into the world heralded by ad-
vent angels, cannot be entombed by
Roman guards. The love of Mary the
mother md of Mary, the Magdalene,
cannot end in a sepulchre. The 10y
atty of earnest men who are looking
for the reign of righteousness, cannot
be Knocked by death. In truth, Jesus
is not dead even on the gloomy Sat
urday. The pallid body that loving
ands entOmbed was not the Lord who
allied himself the resurrection and