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But it is yet more of a resurrection to you. Think of your own condition
through the night and in the morning. You die, as it were, every night.
The death of darkness comes down over the earth; but a deeper death, the
death of sleep, descends on you. A power overshadows you; your eyelids
close, you cannot keep them open if you would; your limbs lie moveless;
the day is gone; your whole life is gone; you have forgotten everything;
an evil man might come and do with your goods as he pleased; you
are helpless. But the God of the Resurrection is awake all the time,
watching his sleeping men and women, even as a mother who watches her
sleeping baby, only with larger eyes and more full of love than hers;
and so, you know not how, all at once you know that you are what you
are; that there is a world that wants you outside of you, and a God that
wants you inside of you; you rise from the death of sleep, not by your
own power, for you knew nothing about it; God put his hand over your
eyes, and you were dead; he lifted his hand and breathed light on you
and you rose from the dead, thanked the God who raised you up, and went
forth to do your work. From darkness to light; from blindness to
seeing; from knowing nothing to looking abroad on the mighty world; from
helpless submission to willing obedience,--is not this a resurrection
indeed? That St. Paul saw it to be such may be shown from his using
the two things with the same meaning when he says, ‘Awake, thou that
sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.’
No doubt he meant a great deal more. No man who understands what he is
speaking about can well mean only one thing at a time.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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