Part 4

How very glad the disciples must have been when they saw that their Lord was alive!

But Thomas was not with them when Jesus came that time; and when, afterwards, the others told him that they had seen the Lord, he said to them: "Except I shall see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into His side, I will not believe!"

Jesus was not present when Thomas said all that, but He knew all about it, as you will see.

Eight days after, the disciples were again together in that upper room where they assembled, and Thomas was with them.

Then, though the doors were fast shut, Jesus came again and stood in the midst of them, and again He said "Peace be unto you."

Then He turned at once to Thomas, and said to him: "Reach hither thy finger, and behold My hands; and reach hither thy hand and thrust it into My side: and be not faithless, but believing.

"And Thomas answered and said unto Him, My Lord and my God!

"Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen Me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed."

And the Apostle John ends that wonderful account with these words: "And many other signs truly did Jesus in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book: but these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing, ye might have life through His Name."

The forty days that the Lord was going in and out among His disciples was nearly over. We read in the first chapter of the Acts the account of the last talk that the Lord had with them.

He had been explaining many things to them about the Kingdom of God, and telling them that they were to stay in Jerusalem till the Holy Spirit was sent down to them, which God the Father had promised when Jesus went back to Heaven.

[Illustration: AT PENTECOST.]

The Holy Spirit came at Pentecost, and He is here with God's people now. It is He who whispers in our hearts and checks us if we do wrong. It is He who tells us about Jesus, and helps us to understand His forgiving love, and all He has done for us by His life and death.

We should pray earnestly that God would give us more of the Holy Spirit's presence and comfort.

The Lord told them that they were to be His witnesses all over the world, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins were to be preached in His Name among all nations.

Then He led them out as far as Bethany, which is just over the brow of the hill called the Mount of Olives.

And as they stood together there, He blessed them, and while He blessed them and they were looking at Him He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight.

"And while they looked stedfastly towards heaven as He went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into heaven."

[Illustration: AND WHILE HE BLESSED THEM, HE WAS TAKEN UP . . . OUT OF THEIR SIGHT.]

And it is this promise which should cheer us all in these dark days. St. Paul calls it "that blessed Hope, the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ!"

May we all be ready to welcome Him when He comes!

XIV. "Consider the Lilies"

Nazareth is a place of many flowers and of lovely views. From the hills around, those who go there can see peeps of the blue Mediterranean; and travellers tell us that the fields and hillsides are carpeted with countless flowers.

Here Jesus, our Lord, lived for thirty years. Here He wandered as a child, and grew up as a young man.

When at length the time came for Him to fulfil His great Mission, He came down to the cities round the Lake of Galilee.

For He had come from Heaven to preach the Gospel to the poor, to heal the sick and brokenhearted.

But more than all these things, He had come down from His home in Heaven to save sinners!

This was why Jesus, the Lord of Glory, came to earth.

So when He came from Nazareth to the busy cities round the Lake, He began at once to heal the sick people, and to teach them about God and the Kingdom of Heaven.

One day He told the crowds who listened to Him about the little corn seeds growing up, and bearing numbers of seeds which would make the harvest by and by.

Another day He told them all about the lilies of the field, which they could see around them, but which they had never thought of "considering."

What do you think "considering" means?

It means thinking about something; turning the matter over in our minds, till we understand its full meaning.

So Jesus said, "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow."

Who makes them grow? How do they get those delicate roots, those graceful green leaves, those sweet-smelling lovely flowers?

Every spring we see the daisies and the buttercups, the wild geraniums, the primroses and bluebells, and hundreds of other flowers, which come up in the fields and hedges, without our knowing that they were there!

Who kept them all the winter? Who made them bloom out in the spring?

Do you guess the answer? You know the answer; it is God who makes them grow, and come up for our joy.

And this wonderful thought helps us to understand the Resurrection; for by God's power the bodies of those who love Him, and who are lying in their graves, will rise to meet Jesus when He comes, and will bloom for ever in the lovely Paradise of God's Home.

But some people do not believe in the Resurrection: they put away the thought, and say they cannot see how it can be! And I am going to tell you a true story of a very curious thing that happened some few years ago.

A man who lived on the Continent—I do not remember the name of the town—was a great infidel; one who did not believe in God's power, or that there would be a resurrection of the dead by and by.

This man knew he must die some day, so he bought a grave in a certain spot, and he gave orders that when he died he was to be buried in that grave, and that a great stone was to be put over it. This stone was to be "clamped" at the corners with strong iron bands and bars, so that it could not be moved or taken away; and he ordered that certain words were to be cut on the stone deep and legible.

He left instructions, and money, to carry out all these plans; so that when he died there should be no mistake.

At length he did die, and was buried in that grave. All his instructions were carried out. The great stone was laid over him, bound with iron, and the stonemason cut words in the stone, just as he had said.

And these were the words—so sad, because they were spoken to defy God.

"THIS GRAVE IS NOT TO BE OPENED FOR EVER."

And now comes the sequel to that story.

One day a gentleman came into my husband's office and laid a photograph down on his desk.

He said he had just returned from the Continent, and had bought this photograph there. And then he told my husband the story that I have told you about the iron-bound grave.

Ah! There was the photograph, but it showed the grave all broken to pieces!

The iron bars were there, but they were bent and twisted in every direction; and the great stone was all broken to pieces, and lifted quite out of its place!

Do you ask how? Was it a miracle?

Yes, just the miracle of one of God's little living seeds, which He had allowed to be thrown into that grave!

For a seed-pod of a silver-birch tree had been shovelled in with the earth which was used to fill up the infidel's grave when he was buried.

The seed had taken root in the earth, and had grown and grown in the grave, till at last it became a strong silver-birch tree; and gradually the branches had burst the iron bars, and raised up the stones, and there was the infidel's grave laid open for everyone to see.

A photographer had heard of it and came among the sight-seers, and had taken the wonderful photograph, which my husband saw, and held in his own hand!

Let this Resurrection Story remind us of one great truth.

If we have Jesus for our Saviour, He is the Living Seed in our hearts; and when the time of the Resurrection comes for us, we shall rise, because His Life will be in us: and we shall go to be with Him, in joy, for ever.

XV. A Man Named Matthew

Matthew ix. 9.

One day the Lord Jesus made His way to the lake-side, and near the water's edge He found a crowd of busy people.

Some of them were carrying heavy loads from the boats which were moored at the bottom of the steps; others were lifting down baskets of fruit or provisions, to put into the boats which were being emptied.

Everyone was busy, for those who brought goods in, or those carrying goods out across the lake, had to pay a toll or tax to the Roman Governors, and the men who collected the tax were on the look-out that no one should slip past without paying his toll; often the Publicans, as they were called, cheated the poor Jews very much.

Some Jews, who saw what a lot of money was made at this business, became tax-gatherers themselves, and they were despised and hated by their countrymen.

As Jesus neared the lake-side, and looked on the busy, eager crowd, as they thronged the place of Custom, He was looking for a man, a Jewish Publican, who was, as He knew, among that crowd.

Then the loving eyes of Jesus fell upon him as he sat writing down the money and putting it in safety in a bag.

This was the man Jesus wanted; this was the man who was to do His work, and be known as His servant, for nineteen hundred years, Matthew the Publican!

When Jesus saw him, He said unto him, "Follow Me!"

Did Matthew hesitate? Did he look at the precious bag of money by his side?

No! He left all, rose up, and followed Jesus! Matthew heard the call—and he obeyed.

And this is the decision that Jesus, our Lord, wants each one of us to make, young and old.

If we listen to His voice, if we will heed the pleading love in His eyes, an instant firmness will come to us, and, like Matthew, we shall "rise up, and follow him."

XVI. Calvary

Luke xxiii. 33.

"Where the dear Lord was Crucified, Who died to save us all."

A while ago, someone sent to me a most beautiful photograph of the Hill of Calvary, which is just outside Jerusalem on the northern side.

The photograph was so carefully done that you could plainly see why that little hill was called "The place of a skull," for when the sun shone in a certain direction the rocks had the appearance of a man's skull; and that was why it was called Calvary, which is the Latin for skull. And here they crucified the Lord of glory.

When we look at the picture of those three crosses, with Jesus, our Saviour, in the midst, our hearts seem to stand still, as we remember how He died for us.

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Now, I am going to tell you a true story, which a nurse told me, about one of her patients.

One day she was visiting a man who had been ill for many months; and when his wife opened the door to her she exclaimed, "Oh, nurse! he is better! He has had such a wonderful dream!"

So the nurse hastened upstairs, and to her amazement the man's face was quite altered, and, instead of despair and suffering, he looked inexpressibly happy.

"Nurse!" he said. "Do you remember saying to me yesterday, 'Prepare to meet thy God'?

"But while I was thinking, ever so sorrowfully, about those words, I seemed to fall asleep; yet what I saw seemed happening before my eyes.

"I saw the Cross of our Saviour, set up in front of me, and He was nailed to that cross with cruel nails. And close to the cross, between me and it, I saw a great deep hole—and I found myself moving nearer and nearer to that dark pit.

"Then I knew that I should fall into it, because I was not prepared to meet God; and yet I could not but look on our Saviour's face, for tears rolled down it, and I did not like to see Him cry!

"So I said to someone standing by, 'Why does our Saviour cry?' and he said, 'Because you will fall into that pit. He is dying to save you, but you will not come to Him to be saved!'

"And I said, 'Oh dear Saviour, I do not want to make you cry, I will come and be saved! You shall not die in vain for me!'

"And then, when I looked for the pit, it was quite filled up!

"And then I began to wake from my dream, for my wife was shaking me by the arm, and she said, 'Smith, Smith, you are singing in your sleep!'

"So I said, 'What was I singing?'

"And she answered, 'The hymn that was in the book nurse lent you, "Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow!"'

"And so, nurse, I woke up; and I'm saying all the time, 'Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb, and I shall be whiter than snow!' For He is my Saviour now!"

XVII. The Good Shepherd, and the Sheep that was Lost

Now you must picture to yourselves an Eastern shepherd sitting among his sheep on the mountains.

He loves them! He knows every one of them; and in return they know him, and love him. They will not follow a stranger, nor come to him if he calls them.

I heard Mr. Moody say years ago that, when he was visiting at a farm in America, he asked his friend the farmer if he might go out to see his sheep.

He remembered those words in the tenth of St. John's Gospel: "And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him, for they know not the voice of strangers."

So he asked the farmer if he might stand behind a great tree where the sheep could not see him, and then he would copy the farmer's familiar call, and he would see if the sheep would come to him.

But when he gave the call, the sheep looked very frightened, and then they all turned tail, and ran away as far as they could go!

Yes—"they knew not the voice of a stranger!" But when the farmer, who was their shepherd too, and their master, gave the call, they turned back, and came up one by one to his side, expecting him to give them the food they longed for, and the love which day by day he lavished upon them.

This is a picture of the Eastern shepherd. He loves his sheep, as I told you; he calls them by name; he leads them out to green pastures.

If enemies come, he is ready to give his life to protect them!

If, in his absence, a hired man has to take care of them, the hireling runs away if he hears the roar of the wild beast, or sees a sudden storm coming up!

But the shepherd thinks first of his sheep. He leads them into a place of safety to escape the storm; he defends them against the wild beast with his own hand, and his own life!

Jesus is the Good Shepherd—all these good things of which I have told you belong to Him in fullness.

He calls His own sheep by name! He says to each one of you, however young you may be, your own, own name!

He calls you in loving, tender tones. He says, "Come to Me, and I will give you rest." He says to every one who will have Him as his Saviour, "I have called thee by thy name, thou art Mine."

In the old days, when there was a High Priest, he had a breastplate on which was engraved the names of the twelve tribes of the Children of Israel, and we are told in the fifteenth of Exodus that "they shall be upon Aaron's heart when he goeth in before the Lord."

This is such a sweet thought: that our names, if we love Him, are on the heart of Jesus, in the glory!

But there is another story that Jesus tells us about the sheep.

We have been thinking about the happy flock who are with the shepherd, feeding in green pastures, lying down by still waters, preserved from enemies, taken to the safe fold at night.

But our Lord tells us this story of one, out of the hundred sheep that the Eastern shepherd has, who had wandered away!

Perhaps he had thought there were fairer pastures than those which the shepherd had brought him to? Perhaps he thought that the waters in another field were more sparkling than those still ones where the shepherd had so gently led them?

Whatever was the reason, one of these sheep wandered away. At first, perhaps, only a little way off just behind a rock, or round the other side of a wood. But the farther off he went, the easier it became to wander away!

At length came the dark night, and as the shepherd counted his hundred sheep into the fold, he found one was lost!

Lost? The shepherd would not lose his sheep for anything!

He left his ninety-nine in the fold, and hurried away into the wilderness to find the one which was lost.

Through the darkness of night; through the tangles and the briars; through the deep waters of the rushing stream, on he passed; and as he went, he repeated to himself words which seemed to dwell in his very heart—"until I find it"!

On he went, weary and worn, till at last in the silence of the deep night he heard a faint cry!

Then the shepherd called, and stood listening for the answer. And again came that faint cry, and the shepherd knew that somewhere near him, in the darkness, his lost sheep was lonely, helpless, and hopeless.

Then the shepherd's arms were stretched out to reach him, caught in the briars at the edge of an awful precipice. He leaned down over the abyss and stretched out his hands, and, regardless of the tearing thorns, he grasped his sheep, he disentangled the briars, and lifted it into safety.

But the sheep was so weary and faint that he could not walk, so the tender shepherd put him on to his shoulders, and brought him home rejoicing!

And then the shepherd called his friends together, saying:

"Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!"

And Jesus, our Good Shepherd, says: "I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in Heaven over one sinner that repenteth!"

XVIII. The Door of the Sheep

The Lord Jesus calls Himself by many wonderful and tender names in the New Testament. These are some of them.

He says, "I am the Bread of Life."

He says, "I am the Light of the World."

He says, "I am the Good Shepherd."

He says, "I am the Door of the Sheep."

Perhaps this last name of Jesus is a little difficult for you to understand; but I am told that those who have visited Palestine have seen the shepherd acting as the real door of the sheep!

When night comes on, the Eastern shepherd gathers his sheep from the mountains where they have been feeding, and he leads them to a safe place, called the fold, where perhaps, shut in by rocks, or by walls, or by the sides of some steep hill with the broken rocks around as a protection, he brings them to a spot where they may rest without fear.

Then, having counted them in, and having found that all are there, he places himself across the doorway, and bids his dear flock lie down, because while he is there as their door, no harm can come to them.

This is a little picture of how it is Jesus, the Good Shepherd, can call Himself the Door of the Sheep.

I think He wanted His people—His sheep and His lambs—to understand that if He is the Door, that is their safety.

If they have entered by Him; if they have come to Him to be saved, and washed and made His own sheep, then they have entered by the door into the sheepfold, and are safe within it!

Jesus says, no man shall pluck them out of His hands.

Satan may try to get in and snatch the sheep or the lambs, but if Jesus is their own Shepherd and Saviour, if they are truly His sheep and lambs, then they need fear no evil, for He says, "Because I live, ye shall live also."

[Illustration: HE LEADS THEM TO A PLACE OF SAFETY.]

THE DOOR OF THE SHEEP

Jesus is our Shepherd, Wiping every tear; Folded in His bosom, What have we to fear? Only let us follow Whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert, Or the dewy mead.

Jesus is our Shepherd: For the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled With the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign; "They that have My Spirit, These," saith He, "are Mine."

Jesus is our Shepherd: Guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may raven, None can do us harm; When we tread death's valley, Dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, Victors o'er the tomb.

XIX. "In My Father's House are Many Mansions"

The very last evening that our dear Lord was on earth before His death, He and His twelve disciples were gathered together in that upper room to eat the Passover.

On the morrow he was to die! But though He had told the disciples very often of His death, they had failed to believe it.

Peter had said "That be far from Thee, Lord!" and had, like the other disciples, dismissed the fear from his thoughts.

It had only been a few days before this Passover night that Mary, the sister of Lazarus, had poured the sweet-smelling spikenard ointment on our Lord's Head at the supper table; and He, knowing all things that were coming to pass, said she had anointed His Body for His burial. But still, the listening disciples paid no heed.

But now the last evening had come.