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Spices for Christ's Grave.pdf

Spices for Christ's Grave.pdf

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Sometimes in a night of storm and darkness
there will appear for a moment a little rift in
the heavy clouds, showing a speck of blue sky
with a single silver star shining in it. Some-
thing like this is the beautiful incident in the
story of those dark hours between Christ's
death and resurrection, when the women went
out, after the sunsetting, to buy spices for the
grave of their Friend.
Sometimes in a night of storm and darkness
there will appear for a moment a little rift in
the heavy clouds, showing a speck of blue sky
with a single silver star shining in it. Some-
thing like this is the beautiful incident in the
story of those dark hours between Christ's
death and resurrection, when the women went
out, after the sunsetting, to buy spices for the
grave of their Friend.

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Spices for Christ's Grave.
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.
It is not the deed we do,Though the deed be ever so fair,But the love, that the dear Lord looketh for,Hidden with holy careIn the heart of the deed so fair.Harriet McEwen Kimball.Sometimes in a night of storm and darknessthere will appear for a moment a little rift inthe heavy clouds, showing a speck of blue skywith a single silver star shining in it. Some-thing like this is the beautiful incident in thestory of those dark hours between Christ'sdeath and resurrection, when the women wentout, after the sunsetting, to buy spices for thegrave of their Friend.It had been to them a day of unutterable sad-ness. The hope had gone out of their hearts.They sat in despairing grief. All was lost thatmade it worth while for them to live. Theythought the wonderful visions they had had of the glory of the Messiah had vanished now for-74Spices for Christ's Graveever. All that remained to them was a sweet
 
memory, a terrible cross, and a dark grave.In the dense gloom of that Sabbath there is just one spot of brightness. It is the loving actof the women friends of Jesus. As soon as theholy hours of the Sabbath had closed, theyhastened out to find the shops, to buy spices andointments to carry to the tomb in the earlymorning, to strew upon the sacred body of theirbeloved dead.Thus, the love of women shines out as abright star when even the love of apostles re-mained in eclipse. One writer compares it tothe nightingale which is famed for her sweetsongs in the night. " She sings in the day aswell ; only, as other songsters are then in fullchorus, her sweeter strains are not distinguish-able from the rest. But at night, when all othersare hushed, her song is heard, and is more sweetby reason of the contrast with the surroundingstillness. So it was with these women. Theyserved in the day of bright sunshine, but theirservice was now overshadowed, so to speak, bythe demonstrative crowd that thronged aroundthe Saviour. But when the voice of the noisy,effusive crowd was hushed during the dark nightof trial and suffering, which followed the brief day of popularity, they continued to give forth75Life's Byways and Waysidesthe music of love and sympathy through thedark loneliness of the night."We must notice that it was love for the dead
 
Christ that prompted this sweet service. Thewomen had no thought that he would rise again.Indeed, the nature of their offering shows thatthey had not. It was to honor his dead bodythat they brought the spices. They had hopedthat he would live and found a great kingdom,but their hopes had perished. They had noexpectation of ever seeing him again. Yet theywanted to honor him. They remembered whathe had been to them while he was alive. Theyremembered his beautiful life, with its gentle-ness, purity and strength. They rememberedthe words they had heard him speak, which hadbeen such an inspiration to them. It was lovefor a friend who had been everything to them,and now was dead, that inspired these loyalwomen in what they did, and not any hope of ever seeing him again alive.They did not understand the meaning of hisdeath. To them his life was a bewilderingtragedy. Did it mean that he had failed ?They could not tell ; they could not understandit. But it left them without hope of seeing himagain. Yet, mark how they loved and honoredhim, even though they understood not the glori-76Spices for Christ's Graveous meaning of his death, and saw in it only-disaster and hopelessness.How much more should we love and honorChrist to-day, when all is plain to us, when wesee the divine love shining out in his death andknow its whole blessed meaning ! While these

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