The Chattanooga news. [volume] (Chattanooga, Tenn.) 1891-1939, 1919-07-18

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into which her fallen heroes are to
gathered. In addition to the small in
| dividual headstones, each craven wit
cross, there are to be two larg
memorials in every burial plot---a gpea
stone cross bearing sword upon 1t
| face, and an altar, or as 1t will b
| called. stone of remembrance" con
tanning the words, Their names livet
| forevermQTe. ri,
What that altar is meant to be, per
sonally and nationally, so the Lord
| supper is designed to be to Christians
| 1t is feast of remembrance; in ever.
act and phase it says, 'Remembe
| Jesus Christ"
There is a very human side to thi
| universal sacrament. Jesus, about I,
| He wanted to live in the hearts of hi
intimates. So he established thi
memorial rite. Wise parents do tn,
same. that the home life may forever
be vivid In the memories of their chill
dren. Family customs and distinctive
observances are made part of the
mental and spiritual heritage of the
sons and daughters who go out from
the home rooftree. Blessed is the per
son who has a rich store of these price
less recollections. They make the de-
parted loved ones live again. That was
ing the Lords supper, to be kept by
his friends everywhere in remembrance
of him, as a love token.
A Million Million Dead Forgotten.
More than a million million persons
have lived and died and been forgotten
since the lonely homesick Savior set
up this memorial in a borrowed room
in old jerusalem; but his memory is as
green and precious as ever; and the
sacrament is kept by an increasing
number of his friends every year. In
every land and language the Lords sup
per is celebrated.
Recollections flood a travellers mind
of strange times and places where the
communion has been shared-kneeling
on bare boards with soldiers; clinging
at sea; in a dingy little chapel in in
terror China, with every other person
present wearing Chinese clothes; in
idylic country churches and in great
religious assemblies in the homeland.
Only a few days ago, before o'clock
in the morning, l was present with the
monks at mass and communion in the
most ancient Christian church In the
world that has been in continuous use
the one in the Greek monastery of
st. Catherine, on Mt. Sinai.
The universally of this observance
is a visible evidence OF the triumph OF
the cross. The Christ who died lives
still in the hearts of countless men and
women and children who love him best
of all. This goodly fellowship is the
worlds hope in a troubled time. They
are lovers of Christ and therefore lovers
of their fellows: they have found him
to be a satisfaction for the deepest
needs OF their spirits; they offer him
to the restless souls all about them.
An Egyptian Memory.
A few weeks ago, in the midst OF
grave times in Cairo. l heard unusual
sounds proceeding from the windows
of the top floor of a house across the
street from my room. Childish voices
carried strange music. l went out on
my balcony and looked and listened
and it was Jewish family keeping
the Passover! And in Egypt, the place
of the Passover's beginning. The Incl
dent stirred me strangely. This was
the memorial of the great deliverance,
quite after the fashion of it's keeping
by Jesus and his little band of Jewish
friends
All that Passover means to the de-
vout Jew, the Lords supper signifies
to the Christian. Christ. our Passover,
was sacrificed for u.s. This rite is a
reminder of our salvation. Once, in the
far-off Caucasus, a fine Cossack soldier
said to me. Il am thinking all the time
of the cross" He was a man of bat
ties, but the memory of his slain COM
mander was ever with him. BY this OBJ
servance, I'VE do show the Lords death
until ye come"
What the Cross Says.
IL
in the very lands where the Bible story
was enacted. we hear welcome rumors
that America is awakening religiously;
that thoughtful persons have come to
that society can be saved
from disaster only by the divine Lord
who saves the sinners soul. They are
seeing through the hollowness and
mockery of a new social program
that is born of hate and led by selfish
ness. Collective ill-will and personal
license will never make the world bet
ter. We need to go back to the cross
fiXion, to find redemption for our wan
dering times. To all who have ears
to hear, this is the day of the cross.
Says Alfred Noyes:
"Then once again we saw the Cross
The Cross that fell with all those !
glorious towers,
Burnt black in France or Knocked on |
Till in one one night the crosses rose
Legions of small white crosses. mile |
on mile,
Penciled with names that had out
fought all pain,
Where every shell-torn acre seemed to
Who shall destroy the Cross that rose
again?
Out of the worlds Walpurgis, where
hope persisted.
Where all the forms Of faith in ruin
fell.
Where every sign of heaven that earth
had cherished
Shriveled among the lava-foods of
hell,
The eternal Cross that conquers
might with right
Rose like a star to lead us through the
night"
This old earth is going to be saved
new in our time only by Christ and
hose of his friends who can say, we
ave been crucified with Christ"
This Hungry World.
There is more TO this sacrament than
memory and a reminder. 1t is
east In sublime mystery, and in a
ray passing all mortal understanding,
he Lords supper feeds the spirits of
hose who partake. They share the
cry life of Him who gave himself as
read. His divine nature flows through
heir spiritual being. The weak become
trong, the fearful become brave, the
ld become joyful. Power and a holy ]