unto himself such means as will hold him above all cunning designs of humankind.

You want to read the Gospels well and carefully, and you will find that He is not dead. What a comfort to a thinking mind, to a reasoning mind, to a rational mind!

What a comfort to the mind that loves and struggles for truth! What a solace it is and what panacea to the bleeding heart to find that "He is not dead; He liveth!"

Here is the point we are to make, each and every one of us, to our satisfaction, that, even though He was forsaken by the world at large, even though He was forsaken by God himself-for it had to be so, and it has to be so with each and every one of us that we may realize the necessity of our own Ego to tread alone life's pathway, and thus learn the greatest lesson in life-to stand alone. He stood alone in the Garden of Gethsemane. Alone He ascends the cross, there to realize: It is finished. But He did not remain upon the cross; He did not die upon that cross, and although His body is laid away for a time, He is not dead: the intelligence still slumbers within that physical makeup of His. It slumbers there that it may realize the somnambulistic state of the world, in order to become the concentration point for all humanity. He slumbers there as a testimony against all the world that He may be free from all the attachments unto

matter. And thus, collecting His inner, His better self, His higher, diviner sense, His endowments, attributes, talents, and gifts, He comes forth as the superman. He has paid for the love He imparted unto the world, as have all those who have been before Him, and as will all who follow in his footsteps. And they will continue to pay the price, for, remember, as He, himself, said: "Thou shalt not come out of it, until thou hast paid the last farthing," not until every experience has been made, not until thou hast learned the lesson to stand alone, and thus be born of the spirit.

He may be dead to the world. He is dead to the church. He is dead to the state. He is dead to the authorities and authoritative institutions. To them, He is dead-but unto His own, "He Liveth." And He continues to live in the minds of all those whom He has drawn unto Himself, as He hath said: "Even as I be lifted up unto my Father (unto the realm of the fatherhood of God) I shall draw unto me all my kind."

May we, then, be of those who have been attracted from time immemorial, realizing the pivoting point around which encircles the "Wheel of Chance," and rise unto illumination of spirit like unto the solar sun, and in one common end, that we, too, may be drawn by that Infinite Cord that leads to the Bosom of Love where our hearts beat in unison

with the Ruby-Heart of God, and bring forth "the first fruit among those who slumber."

And again we shall say: "I, even I, am the first fruit among those who slumber. I, even I, am the first fruit among those who slumber. I, even I, am the first fruit among those who slumber."

And in closing, we shall cherish the Golden Rule:

"Judge not, offer no opinion regarding any man. Only what is of your own creation, you may be free to condemn."

May it impress itself strongly upon our minds that we, too, may never make a mistake, and follow the counsel of Jesus, which says: "Judge not lest ye be judged also. Offer no opinion regarding anyone. Only what is of your own creation, you may be free to condemn."

With that we shall sing the chorus:

"Then let every Easter bell

To the world this message tell:
I live, I live again,

And walk, and talk with man."

As a nation is nothing more than an aggregation of men, its characteristics are like those of men, and show passions, vicissitudes, exaggerations, indecisions, envy, jealousy, uncertainty, aspirations, aggrandizement and self-interests.

THE RESURRECTION OF JESUS

The garden was still; Mary, weeping,
Came slowly to His grave at dawn;
Saw shadows, as enemies creeping;

Her courage, her faith almost gone,
For doubt even the truest entices,

When trials have darkened the way. She came with her packages of spices To place on a remnant of clay.

Faint not at wounds of a Master;
Weep not o'er a catafalqued king,
For hope will bring angels much faster,
The song triumphant to sing.

She knew not her Lord when she met Him;
An empty grave filled her with dread-

Oh, Mary, so soon to forget Him,

So soon to believe He was dead!

"Why weepest thou? I have arisen;
Go tell them in Galilee's way,

I walk, let not sorrow bedizen,
For I am arisen today!"

The boughs bent down low in the garden,
While Mary fell down at His feet.
"Rabboni, oh, give me Thy pardon,
To hear it in Thy tones so sweet!"

The mists from Judea had lifted

Golgotha, blood-stained, stood in sight; Sunrays streaming through the clouds sifted,

To bathe Him in glorious light. Caiphas was deep in his slumber; The mother of Jesus dry-eyed; Disciples, eleven in number,

For Judas in horror had died.

When Mary was given a blessing,

We know not the words that He said. So precious to her, thus confessing

Faith failing, she had thought Him dead, While Jesus was breaking each fetter, John carried fresh garments without, Believing his service was better,

He saw when the Master came out.

Now we may declare to each other,
To me has my Savior appeared,
Rejoicing today, sister, brother,

Breaking bread, drinking wine endeared; No rabble, and no cross to presage,

Our gravestone has been rolled away. And gladly we utter this message"Behold! I am risen today."

EASTER CALL

The bursting of nature's tomb calls to us: "Death where is thy sting; hell where is thy victory?" With the phenomenal about us, recalling to our mind the possibilities of life, we may as well arouse our being unto a new life and with greater courage enter the cur