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(By Rose H. Anderson)
The night wind swept through
the tall cedars, trying to bend
them in its fury, in the old land
of Abraham. The young man,
leading the mount upon which his
mother sat, bent his head as he
spoke to her; “Much further, my
mother? You seem so weary, why
do we not return home?”
“Have patience, my son. Be
fore the stars are blotted out for
ever from my sight, my heart
would know the truth. Strange
whispers have come to me and al
ways the whispers lead to the inn
we once owned.”
“And why should these whis
pers disturb you?”
For a while she did not answer.
Then, with a voice dipped in
tears. sl}e began: “These whispers
cio not speak well of your father, j
so I must know the truth! Was my. j
husband so much at fault? I was I
with him that night when he!
made th° decision, and I thought
him kind.”
Looking up at the tall cedars,
the young man mused aloud: “Be
hold the strength of the cedars,
ray mother. They will not bend
before brother wind, they stand
firm as the Father of Abraham de-
'''’•rarmt you also stand
firm before this story of whis
pers that, concern my father?”
“You a-? so voung, you do not .
tnderat'w'-i- To meet and hope to
},o CT^octe'-i b" an old friend, then
f? K "”'' + m's f"i e nd turn his back
to rbstam—that eats at the heart.
I am old and I long for peace!!
dft. hfww-m I know peace untd .;
I'k°ow thw truth of the whisper"?” I
Fe° 1 ’" c '' tho Htter despa'r inj
: -r yew" her son gently asked:;
“Try whom . must you go for the
demanded, “How were we to
know?” Then she added. “What
proof do you have? How do you
know the whispers speak true?
Soberly the innkeeper replied:
“The day of doom, when all crea
tion revolted as three Crosses
arose on Calvary. . . I had bought
this inn a while before and listen
ed to the stories concerning this
great Shepherd Who taught of a
new way of life, a life of love and
not of hate. I had talked with a
few of His followers, yet I had
never seen Him. I became so en
thralled from the stories I’d heard
about Him that I left my brother
in charge here and set out to seek
Him”
j “Why did you wish to find this
Child born here in the manger?”
j the woman asked. “What was so
I wonderful aboht Him? Tell me
true!”
With pity in his heart, he gent-
iv tojd her. “Can you not grasp
this great truth? This Child to
whom you denied a room in this
; nn was the Christ, Son of the liv
ing God!”
“But how were we to know?
Why did they not speak out?”
“You were too engrossed with
worldlv things. You would never
have listened, nor believed. Only
to those humble in heart is the
road to the stable made plain.”
Harshly she demanded: .“What
did you- mean bv your queer
wm-ds—the dav of doom?”
Grief came, into his eyes as he'
explained. “When I found the
great Shepherd. He was agoniz
ing upon the Cross! As I looked
upon His suffering, my heart
broke within me and I knew the
tnuth- This was the Son of God!
Then. I could not understand whv
He should have to die—for to
gaze upon Him was to know in
nocence from my sin.”
Frightened, she insisted; “Not
poss : ble!”
With compassion he agreed.
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compassion
I “This would. not have been pos-
j sible had He not b°en the promis-
j ed One of Israel. The earth trem-
| bled, the dav became as night,, for
ihe earth agonized with her Lord.
The dreadful day of doom for the
betraver Judas. . . yet, he could
have found mercy.”
Moving restlessly, she murmur
ed: “We were in a distant country
at that time, yet whispers came
to us. . . whispers we would not
believe.”
“So you heard the glad truth?
The tomb was not the end, for it
could rot hold Him; He was the
Lord of Life! The Garden of Res-
urrection proclaims a deathless
love, for the price of our Redemp-
! tion had been paid. It is not too
j lat" for yon to,seek after our Lord
! of love. . . ,
She began to sob aloud. “I have
i tried to tell myself the Prince of
Heaven would not have come to a
Stable: now I need pardon for de
nying the Love of Heaven room in
our inn. . . for closing our hearts
against, mercy- and.kindness. I’ve
j been so miserable, trying to reas
on with myself. . .”
“The road to the stable and to
the Love of Heaven is not found
bv the arrogant, nor by the proud.
Those who come in true humility
and in truth find th° way. Look
bevond Calvarv, call upon our
Lord. For in Him is found pard
on and love without measure!”
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA
A Merry Christmas
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA
Mrs. Elizabeth Pastre
Services At Savannah
SAVANNAH, Ga. — Funeral
services for Mrs. Elizabeth pastre
were held December 13th in the
chapel of the Little Sisters of the
Poor.
THE BULLETIN OF THE CATHOLIC LAYMEN’S ASSOCIATION OF GEORGIA
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DECEMBER 25. 1954.