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Show LMtle, Garden The dust of twenty centuries has blown in upon the little garden where Joseph, and Nicodenius, and other's, performed a very solemn and a very sorrowful duty when they tenderly spiced the body of the Nazarene, wound It In white linen, reverently laid it away In the hollow of a rock, and sealed the tomb with a stone that was to remain until the angels rolled it away to flood the world with h new light. Many books have been written about what happened in this little garden ; the logic and the eloquence of the world's wisest men have been piled around even some of the minor incidents of the story as we repeat It today; philosophers have dug Into it; science has cut into it with the keenest keen-est of Its lances; but the light and beauty of the story, with its sacred implications, wilh its promise of the silvered cycles that, unbroken, must run on unendingly, remain unmarred by the bitter bickerings of these two thousand years. Even now humanity Is surging restlessly rest-lessly in Its quest for happiness. It is not in wealth, with its evil vanities and coarse ostentations; It Is not In power, with its uneasy crowns and wasted opportunities; it is not in fame, with its broken dreams and fading rainbows; and yet, humanity, still fickle as moths, continues to pile Itself around these wasting candies, still unmindful of the very nearness of the thing humanity craves most. Happiness Is In the great quiet which had fallen upon Joseph when he begged Pilate for the body of the Nazarene, Naz-arene, In the spiritual awakening which men and women experience when they gather In the quiet places of this earth, where voices are low and tender, and where lights are soft, and where music is gentle and soulful In its reaches. The winds of the marching seasons have scattered the leaves of the little garden of Joseph's ; time ; the rocks are worn by the .elements ; the lines are broken and changed; the landscape land-scape Is different ; the paths are buried ; but the meaning of what happened hap-pened here is a priceless and enduring endur-ing human heritage, a radiant hope ever growing in Its beauties. |
