Light springs from the darkness of Golgotha, and flowers bloom beneath the shadow of the once accursed tree. Grace has dug a fountain which forever gushes with waters pure as crystal, each drop capable of healing the sorrows of mankind. You who have had your seasons of sorrow will confess that it was not at Olivet that you found comfort, not on Sinai, nor on Tabor; but it was at Gethsemane, Golgotha, and the Garden tomb that you found comfort. The blood, sweat, and tears of Gethsemane will take away the bitterness of your life; the scourge of Golgotha has scourged away your cares, and the empty Garden tomb gives us comfort rare and rich. We never would have known Christ’s Love in all its heights and depths if Jesus had not died; nor could we guess the Father’s deep Love if He had not given His Only Begotten Son to die. The sea-shell whispers to us of the ocean when we put it to our ear; but if we desire to hear and see the ocean itself we should look there. Those who would know God’s Love, should look to the Cross at Calvary and the transactions of the crucifixion and resurrection to see the Man of Sorrows die and rise again.