Thomas Champness, Broken Bread, from an Evangelist's Wallet
“ Can we not hear the mother cry out, as she touches the cold clay—“Would to God I had died the day I believed the lie!” What a picture for a painter like Rembrandt would that first funeral be! And what are churchyards and cemeteries but the proofs that the devil lied? Have you a grave? Does the clay cover the form once dearer than life to you? Let it plead with you to believe God and his word, rather than to trust to the old serpent.Let us be thankful that the seed of the woman is the Saviour of Men. Eden is not all shadow, even after the loss of purity. There is a promise yet to be fulfilled. ”
