and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in His
hand.” Isaiah 53:6-10.
All this was literally fulfilled in the arrest, trial,
crucifixion, death, and resurrection of the Jesus
Christ of Nazareth. And bear in mind that here it
is d’stinctly proclaimed that the soul of the Son of
God was to be made an offering for sin — your
sins, mine, and those of every other lost son and
daughter of Adam. And further, had not the Son
of God been willing thus to die, cease to live, perish
as man must have perished in that eternal death
separation from God, He could not have tasted
death for every man.
“But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower
than the angels by [margin] the suffering of death,
crowned with glory and honor; that He by the
grace of God should taste death for every man.”
Hebrews 2: g.
When Jesus took our place, all our sins were made
to meet upon Him (see Isaiah 53:6, margin), our
guilt became His, innocent as He was, and our
death stroke fell upon Him. Paul put it this way:
“For He [the Father] hath made Him [His Son] to
be sin for us, who knew no sin [that is, Jesus]; that
we [who knew no righteousness] might be made
the righteousness of God in Him.” 2 Corinthians
5:21.
Ah, yes! Blessed truth that it is, Jesus Christ, He
who had gone about healing the sick, casting out
devils, raising the dead to life, actually died on the
cross at Golgotha. Nowhere was He to be found
in all the great universe of God except in that new
tomb of Joseph's. All Heaven marveled how He,
the very Author of life, He, by whom and for whom
the Father had created all things, could thus for us
yield up that precious life! But He did; bowing His
head, He died. And then loving hands laid Him
away in the rock-hewn tomb, where early that
first-day morning a mighty angel from heaven was
sent by the Father (for He knew where His Son was)
to call forth the blessed Prince of life out of the clutch
of Satan’s death power, back to life in all its blessed
fullness. And just this actually took place, or our
salvation is nothing more than a myth, as the apostle
Paul so forcefully states it. Listen to his inspired
testimony:
Paul BeLiivep Hg DIED
¢ OW if Christ be preached that He rose from the
dead [and how could He have risen from the
dead if He did not actually go down into death, did
not die?], how say some among you that there is no
resurrection of the dead? But if there be no resurrec-
tion of the dead, then is Christ not risen: and 1f
Christ be mot risen, then is our preaching vain
[likewise every other preacher’s preaching], and your
faith is also vain. Yea, and we are found false
witnesses of God; because we have testified of God
that He raised up Christ: whom He raised not up,
if so be the dead rise not.” Then to further emphasize
that Christ died and rose (Continued on page 34)
APRIL, 1929
Cows and Humans
By Martha E. Warner
nderwood & Underwood, N.
F HUMANS had the sense of a , but there,
that’s not the way I wanted to begin; now I will have
to go back and explain.
Yesterday morning, being warm and sunshiny,
and part of a beautiful May Day, the cows, twenty-two
in all, mother cows and grandmother cows, were for the
first time this year turned out to pasture.
I paused in the midst of breakfast-getting to watch
them, as they tossed up their heads, kicked up their
heels, and clumsily cavorted around the field. Silly
old things, I opined; they do not realize how ridiculous
they look. And then, as I resumed my work, it came to
me quite clearly that some humans acted quite as
ridiculous.
There are mothers and grandmothers who for years
have lived within the confines of their homes, rearing
their families during days and years that have been
hard and long and dark. At times they have lifted up
their eyes and peered through the bars at the alluring
world. They have even gone so far as to contemplate
breaking down the barriers, in an effort to gain the
freedom they fondly imagined so desirable; but always
something held them back — a baby’s croupy cry in
the night; a child tugging at their skirts; a boy’s cry of
“Mother, where are you?’ as he came home from school.
Oh, the strength of these great little things, which
have held them fast at home, through the long years of
winter! But it is over now; like a troubled dream it has
faded away, and spring has taken its place. As they
lift up their heads and inhale the fragrance of the
beautiful May-Day morning they cannot resist the
urge of it; and so with a rush, they are off through the
bars, and soon are lost in the crowd of silly, cavorting
women. Women who smoke and drink and swear.
Women who are tagging after, or being tagged by,
equally silly, cavorting men. Women who prefer
companionate marriage to permanent marriage. Women
who are seeking freedom.
The antics of these once staid and sober humans are
much like the antics of the staid old cows; but there is a
difference in the attitude of the offspring towards
their elders, for the little bossy cares not how its
mother behaves, or what becomes (Continued on page 35)
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