Have you ever pictured to yourself this earth as it would now appear had Jesus been accepted as its rightful king; as it would appear had Jerusalem known the things belonging "unto her peace;" had our Saviour's triumphal entry within her gates been the prelude to his coronation in the hearts of men? If all this had been, instead of the fulfilment of those words so fraught with human woe for over eighteen hundred centuries! "He came unto his own, and his own received him not."
Reverse the situation as it appears to sense; eliminate the scourge, the crown of thorns, and Calvary; crown and enthrone the Messiah; and finite thought fails to grasp the blessedness and glory of earth redeemed as our Master could and would have redeemed it, by the power of His Word, from its bondage of sinful sense. But mourn no more over the might-have-been. Turn the gaze to the divine reality of Being. The centuries are but time, and human woe a dread unreality.
If the Truth had been buried in a tomb, or even if the cloud which "received Him out of their sight" had ended the mission of the Saviour, what hope would there be for humanity—what ray of light to penetrate the dark shades of matter? But behold the testament of Love left to the children of men, whereby they may learn at last to recognize themselves as in fact the sons and daughters of God.
