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.