Can These Bones Live?

    Memorial Day we drove out to the cemetery to plant flowers around the graves of our loved ones. It is such a peaceful and beautiful place--green grass, trees, flowers, winding roads, shrubs, beautiful monuments, tender words. I thought that if the top could be cut from this hillside and, instead of looking at what is above, we could only look at what is six feet down, it would be a wretched sight--bones, carcasses, rottenness, worms, and corruption.

    What these eyes see is not always the true picture. This is the way our Lord described the Pharisees (the religious but lost), “Ye are like whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones and of all uncleanness.” But a better thought to consider when we stand over this hillside of death, decay, and human corruption is, “Can these bones live?” Yes! “In a moment! in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump, the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed into his immortal power and glory.”

“These eyes shall see him in that day,

The Christ who died for me;

And all my rising bones shall say,

Lord, who is like to thee?”