GOOD NEWS July 2, 2009

Come to the garden....

I read the sto­ry of the great­est morn in his­to­ry:
"The first day of the week com­eth Ma­ry Mag­da­lene ear­ly, while it was yet ve­ry dark, unto the se­pul­cher."
In­stant­ly, com­plet­ely, there un­fold­ed in my mind the scenes of the gar­den of Jo­seph....Out of the mists of the gar­den comes a form, halt­ing, he­si­tat­ing, tear­ful, seek­ing, turn­ing from side to side in be­wil­der­ing amaze­ment.
Fal­ter­ing­ly, bear­ing grief in ev­e­ry ac­cent, with tear-dimmed eyes, she whis­pers, "If thou hast borne him hence"...
"He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet the birds hush their sing­ing."
Je­sus said to her, "Mary!" Just one word from his lips, and for­got­ten the heart­aches, the long drea­ry hours....all the past blot­ted out in the pre­sence of the Liv­ing Pre­sent and the Eter­nal Fu­ture.
~ C Austin Miles

This hymn was sung in the mo­vie Plac­es in the Heart, which won two Acad­e­my Awards in 1984.

I Come to the Garden
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Photo:Portland Rose Garden, Oregon, May 14, 2005.