In My Garden - Our Father Which Art In Heaven

Our Father Which Art In Heaven
On this Easter Day, may we turn for awhile from the inglorious business of hate and remember not so much the weary climb to Calvary, but more the golden sunshine of the dawn that followed? Oh, we are not unmindful of Gethsemane, of the thundering midnight of Calvary. They are all about us now. There is hardly one among us whom the havoc has not touched. Our boys wear the blue, the khaki, or the forest green. Many of our girls are far from home, some in uniform, most of them waiting and working for the coming peace.

But, dear Lord, here for awhile, we have found comradeship, a song, a place where a free people still laugh, still find joy. And we are thankful that we can pause in the wholesale business of hate and find that Christendom still remembers the greatest love of all, not only in word, but in action.

And we are thankful for so many blessings, for the coming of spring, for our past glorious history that holds promise for tomorrow, for a book, for the smile of a stranger, for the handclasp of a new friend, or the welcome of an old one. For the common knowledge that life can be good, for courage born of faith, for sunshine falling like a benediction through stained glass windows of a church. For purple clusters of lilacs, for the righteous fury of a sudden storm, or the solemn music of quiet rain, for the surcease of tears. So much we are thankful for, Lord.

And we are thankful for this place. For its laughter, its songs, its companionship. Yes, and for the memories we shall take with us when we leave.

This is America's second wartime Easter. For many of us, it is hard to remember that Easter means life when the hand of death has been so close to us. But be patient with us Lord, and teach us that the blackest hour the world has ever known was Calvary, but that the brightest morning in the history of mankind followed after.

So let it be in our day. Let us find peace and the fulfillment of life. Let the morning that follows after this black hour, be also bright. Amen.

The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline

Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline

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