In my hometown one had...
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In my hometown one had to look hard for new experiences. There is a monotony about life in a railroad town. There were two passenger trains daily, one going east and one going west. Changing from the coal engine to the diesel engine was a big event in my youthful days. The U.S. Postal Service on wheels really was exciting to watch. But the one event we will never forget was the opening of the grave of old Mr. So and So. It seems when they finally settled his estate that he was buried in the wrong cemetery. He had to be moved to make peace in the family. What an experience it was just watching the vault being taken from the grave and the headstone being taken away. Once old Mr. So and So was in this grave, but not anymore. Sound familiar? Mary of Magdala went to the tomb of Jesus, whom she loved dearly. She found the headstone had been moved from the entrance. She looked further and realized that more was gone than a headstone. The one whom she was seeking was gone from the tomb. So, she scampered off hastily to find his disciples, Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved. She told them, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don't know where they have laid him." Not like old Mr. So and So; they knew definitely where he had been taken when his body came from the grave. Our Lord was missing. Where could he be? How could this have taken place? Was there a warning? Did we have any idea this could happen to him? Now sing the first verse of "He Arose." And know that he did it for you!
-- Shearer
-- Shearer
