Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1915-03-31
The MESSAGE OF EASTER.

walter Williams, in Pueblo Chieftain.
Easter is a promise that weeping
may endure for a night. hut iov
rometh in the morning. There are no
cemeteries In the New Jerusalem.
mere is no sorrow there, nor tears.
~ IS always Easter morning in heaven.
so Easter means a shutting up of
we FOUNTAINS of grief, an enclosing of
the sources OF smiles. 1t brings back.
IN the bloom of health, the stricken
FORM we laid away but yesterday, out
worn with life's battles, in the vault Of
earth. In it's glorius lige we see, tod
ding up from the tomb. the dear little
ngure. SO dear to use that we listen for
Its pattering feet with every passing
hour. sc dear that we can never close
our eyes to the memory of it's face on
our ears to the echo of it's long silent
voice-the little child comes back to
dwell with use forever. There shall
be no night there" and no tired chill
dren be called away from use at eve
ningtide to rest.
Dearer dead han child or friend or
brother somtise are hopes and aspira-
ions. No mOurnerS go about the
streets when we lay therese away. We
wear no Grape, we show no outward
signs of grief, save a certain grimness
about the Mouth or downward droop
OF the eyes. Only when we sit alone
In our chamber or when we unbare our
hearts holy of holes to our closest
friend do we ever admit the death and
burial. Yet when a great hope is put
In forever, when an aspira-
ton is stricken unto death, the soul is
bowed in sorrow deeper than that for
which we wear the worlds sac cloth.
Easter colnes to bring comfort even
here. There is resurrection even for
he races of buried hopes. No right
eous aus is ever lost. No hope has
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inspire that will not bless him again in
the days to come beyond. Buried as
p%trations have their Easter mornings.
No great thought, no great desire, no
large and loving ambition, has ever
yet or will exist in vain.
Defeat is sometimes success. The
largest disappointment often means
conquered is to be desired. many times.
more than the paeans Of triumph. The
failures of history are. in the Easter
time of he present, the worlds great
est successes. a was executed. Lati-
mer beheaded. Savonorola burned at
the stake, Ignatius Loyola was misin-
terpreted n misunderstood. Roger
Williams was driven from Boston,
John Wesley was made q social out
cast and John Knox an exile. The
Master died upon the cross-but
Easter came.
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where we bury ourselves. There is this
lesson in Easter also. We amount to
little in this world as long as we are
unburied. We must lose this snarling
thing we call self before we can be Of
service. He who would save his life
must lose it. This is the glorious par
adox that comes as corollary to the
great truths of Eastertime. When we
sing self we find service and tranquil
tty. With service and peace. comes
happiness. The death of self must
precede the Easter of the soul. We
must De crucified before we can rise
from the dead. When self learns this
lesson there will be Easter all the
year. 1t will no longer be a yearly
miracle. but a daily fact. 1t will bring
sunshine to every soul and peace to
every heart. We shall all dwell con-
tent for having lost our lives we shall
have found them our own forever.
And when the world learns this para
dox and lives it. there will be no more
poverty and war and %bloodshed. The
Master will lie no longer in the tomb,
nor any of His children suffer.
The Easter lily mods at the altar. 1t
is prophecy of purity to come when
the wilderness of soul shall never more
De stained with seeking Of self. 1t is
yet dark. but the stone has been rolled
away from the sepulcher and Dawn is
ut hand.