No more glorious morning has ever dawned than the morning when Jesus rose from the dead. The sun must have shown brighter and the dewdrops must have sparkled like diamonds on every flower and blade of grass. The garden where He lay buried, but now where He walked freely, must have taken on a fresher, newer atmosphere.

   When the breath of God breathed upon Christ and changed His dead, lifeless form into a living symbol of hope, all nature must have sung for joy.

   Think of the unbelievable power of God in restoring His Son to life again. Think of the grave clothes left behind, along with the stench of death. Think of the burst of new energy and life which exhilarated Christ and glorified His outward appearance so much that He was unrecognized by Mary Magdalene.

   Think of Him appearing to the two men traveling that same day to a village called Emmaus . . . so great was their amazement . . . so great their joy!

   Think of the living hope which now dwells within our breasts because of the resurrection of our Lord. Just think! We, too, will be raised some day like Christ!