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SERMONETTE
BY r. Ashley Cake.
JOYOUS EASTER
Sermonette by r. Ashley Cake,
of Absecon. NJ. j..

1T is TRUTH. Isaiah 1879
1t is Truth, Glorious Truth.
THE time of singing has come"
The Lord is making everything
beautiful in its time, Spring with
its buds, blossoms, flowers and
April showers at our very doors;
then summer with its golden
harvests, Autumn with it's fruit
aglOw, and winter with it's cold,
ice and snow, speak for the glory
of infinite wisdom of Our Father,
Who has assured us in his Word
tina. seed-time and Harvest, Sum-
mel and Winter Day and Night,
time remaineth, and we are &C
cepting every gift of divine love
with the simplicity and thankful
ness of little children. Where
faithless science sees nothing but
soulless law, and purposeless
phenomena we draw lessons of
heavenly wisdom from the most
common objects of daily observa-
ton and see God in the glory of
infinite wisdom and love.
Sing 0 heavens, rejoice 0
earth, break forth into singing o
mountains, clap your hands we
fields of the woods for the Lord
hath done it." Out in the fields
in the early morning or in the
fresh evening-tide is where we
see the wondrous resurrection of
nature, wrought by the divine
hand. the silvery streams singing
down the hill-sides, the waving
forests, the meadows basking in
the sunshine charm us with the
bloom and beauty of Spring. We
feel it in the air, We see it in
the sunshine, We hear it in the
salutations with which we greet
each other; All along the wind
ing streams, and across the
plains. and up the hill-sides, and
over the wood-crowned noun
tains, We see life luxuriating in
the air and in the genial sun
shine. What stupendous mir
acle to see in the place of cold
and blasting Irosts, fields of
springing grain, forests of green
foliage, with landscapes of living
verdure Then for man to see it
all, and say there is no God, to
hear him say matter and force
create themselves Truly God in
his Word says "The man who
saws there is no God is fool"
and we do not hesitate to say the
biggest kind of fool.
1t is a truth. we shall live with
Christ in beautiful country,
where leaves never fade and
flowers never wither, in bodies
Eken unto his own. 1t is a truth
the stone has been taken away
from the tomb; 1t is truth that
the open tomb proclaims to
every child of God a hope of end
less life to come; 1t is a truth
that we who may yet remain alive
when the Risen Christ shall
come, Our Loved Ones will come
Win Hir, 40 with them and Our
Lord we will return to the city
not made with hands but is
eternal in the heavens; 1t is
truth that for everv child of
God the grave has lost all its
power, and death all it's sting;
1t is truth, while we see an empty
tomb a Risen Christ our hearts
are rejoicing with anticipations
and expectations that gives us joy
unspeakable, and peace that sur
passes all understanding 1t is
truth. that while The Joyous
Easter is radiant with the sun
shine, warns our souls, our God
given faith tells me that Our
Loved Ones with powers and fac
ulties perfected. are more than
joyous this Easter Morn and full
of expectancy are waiting our ar
rival
We cannot comprehend but we
apprehend. and faith. mighty
God-given faith, gives me to feel
that we even now live in the sub
urbs of the heavenly city.
Not long since Just before
preaching the trio in song asked
the question-Do you hear the
angels singing? l made the re-
Spouse, Eyes, I hear the Angels
singing, hear the bells are ring
ing" We shall see the same eyes
shining as in days before, We
shall feel the dear arms twining,
around us as in days of yore.
Our Joyous Easter is Our Faith
er's pledge for turning our sorrow
into joy, our despair into hope,
our defeat into victory and our
death into life.
Show me child of God with
this blessed resurrected life with
in, one who carries the real sun
shine of the resurrection power
on his face, ana the ministry of
Christ in his life, and thus be-
comes a living Epistle of God
easily read by all men, and I
will show you picture finer than
any Raphael ever painted, finer
than any symphony that Mozart
ever sang, finer than any poem
that Browning ever wrote
Clothed with righteousness,
robed with the garments of sal
walton with the ministry Of the
Risen Christ in his life, for all
such heaven has its sweetest mu
sic, and Easter its joyous
thoughts.
/ can only ask if you are a son
or daughter of affliction, visiting