THE MAN WHO CAME BY NIGHT-NICODEMUS (7 OF 18)
The Man Who Came by Night-Nicodemus (7 of 18)
Series: Chariots of Fire
Clarence E. Macartney
John 3:2
Night has fallen over Jerusalem, and only the faint, dim outline of its walls and towers and pinnacles is visible. Here, close to the wall of the city, is a garden. In this garden are costly tombs for the dead, for it is a burying place for the rich. But now stand aside, for here approach two men carrying a burden between them. The odor of myrrh and frankincense and cassia tells us that it is a body that they are carrying, embalmed for the tomb. Now for a moment they stop to rest, gently laying their burden down and anxiously looking about as if some foe might appear to interfere with their sacred and tender mission. At length they come to the door of a notable sepulcher, plainly that of a rich man, although the man whose body they bear had not on earth whereon to lay his head.
One of the two men pushes open the great stone door which swings easily on its pivot. Then down the steps they bear their precious burden and deposit it in the innermost recess. Silently they stand for a little in affectionate contemplation and sorrowful reverence. The old, old fashion; the old, old grief that has been in the world since Abel died; the pain of separation from our friends, which will be here until the grave gives up its dead and the sea hers. Then the two men ascend the steps, roll the great door shut, and depart. Let us bow down in wonder and adoration, for this is the Redeemer's body that these men have laid in that tomb
Now comes another, and an earlier, night scene. This time it is the Mount of Olives, the favorite resort and refuge of the Son of Man. Below are the valley of Kedro and, rising in the distance, the ramparts of Jerusalem These olive trees on another night will echo the Savior's groans and sighs. The very soil on which he sits with his disciples will, on that night, be crimsoned with his bloody sweat. But th ...
Series: Chariots of Fire
Clarence E. Macartney
John 3:2
Night has fallen over Jerusalem, and only the faint, dim outline of its walls and towers and pinnacles is visible. Here, close to the wall of the city, is a garden. In this garden are costly tombs for the dead, for it is a burying place for the rich. But now stand aside, for here approach two men carrying a burden between them. The odor of myrrh and frankincense and cassia tells us that it is a body that they are carrying, embalmed for the tomb. Now for a moment they stop to rest, gently laying their burden down and anxiously looking about as if some foe might appear to interfere with their sacred and tender mission. At length they come to the door of a notable sepulcher, plainly that of a rich man, although the man whose body they bear had not on earth whereon to lay his head.
One of the two men pushes open the great stone door which swings easily on its pivot. Then down the steps they bear their precious burden and deposit it in the innermost recess. Silently they stand for a little in affectionate contemplation and sorrowful reverence. The old, old fashion; the old, old grief that has been in the world since Abel died; the pain of separation from our friends, which will be here until the grave gives up its dead and the sea hers. Then the two men ascend the steps, roll the great door shut, and depart. Let us bow down in wonder and adoration, for this is the Redeemer's body that these men have laid in that tomb
Now comes another, and an earlier, night scene. This time it is the Mount of Olives, the favorite resort and refuge of the Son of Man. Below are the valley of Kedro and, rising in the distance, the ramparts of Jerusalem These olive trees on another night will echo the Savior's groans and sighs. The very soil on which he sits with his disciples will, on that night, be crimsoned with his bloody sweat. But th ...
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