that even a little seed from God could make its way into the sealed tomb and open the grave. What a hollow mockery was the precaution of this individual! A tiny seed showed how easily God, the Creator of all things, could bring his plans to naught. The Lord Jesus Christ came, lived, died, and was buried, and rose again that we might say, “I know my Re deemer liveth,” and “Because He lives, I, too, shall live.” Consider the various graveyards of the world, such as Westminster Abbey, where the outstanding lead ers of the British empire are en tombed; Arlington National Ceme tery in our land where the nation’s military heroes are buried; Forest Lawn of Southern California where lie some of the world’s brightest lu minaries — all but forgotten. But Christ’s burial place was famous for what it does not hold, for Christ is no longer there. He is seated at the Tight hand of God the Father. Think of the thousands of vol umes containing multiplied millions of word concerning Jesus Christ. Yet, only three are necessary for a vivid description of His life here on earth: death, burial, resurrection. Consider then this vital question, “If a man die, shall he live again?” Now, there are means by which we can arrive instinctively at a positive answer. First of all, it is possible to know that there is life after death. Man’s very nature, apart from any knowledge of God’s Word or the Lord Jesus Christ, cries out with the rea soning that death does not end all. Astronomers, with their more pow erful telescopes and space probes, only vindicate the fact that there is a greater, unseen force ruling the universe. In the first chapter of Co- lossians we read that “The Lord Jesus Christ is before all things, and by Him all things consist (or hold together)” (Col. 1:17). Do you recall all the elaborate 11
thoroughly convinced t h a t there would be no such thing as a resur rection of the just or the unjust. He gave explicit instructions that his tomb was to be sealed carefully so that no one would ever get in or out. He wanted to be sure nothing would ever happen to him and that no one could get inside. Upon his demise, the tomb was sealed, and then sealed again. Cement was forced into the NEVER ALONE ("I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee"— Heb. 13:5) I'm never alone in the morning As I rise at the break of day. For Jesus who watched through the darkness Says, "Lo, I am with you alway." I'm never alone at my table Though loved ones no longer I see; For dearer than all who have vanished. Is Jesus who breaks bread with me. I'm never alone through the day light, Though nothing but trials I see; Though the furnace be seven times heated. The "form of the Fourth" walks with me. I'm never alone at the twilight When darkness around me doth creep; And specters press hard 'round my pillow; He watches and cares while I sleep. I'm walking and talking with Jesus, Each day as I journey along; I'm never alone, Hallelujah! The joy of the Lord is my song. smallest cracks so that it would have been impossible for anyone to get in side without a jack hammer. Inter estingly enough, several years later, after the situation had been pretty much forgotten, the cemetery’s care taker noted one spring that some lit tle shoots of grass were beginning to sprout around the cracks where the plaster had originally sealed the tomb. This gave evidence of the fact
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