Among the old war pictures I remember one of a captain of
artillery bringing his battery into action. His whole soul
was in the effort to rally his men and guns on the line. You
could hear the thunderous roll of the wheels, crushing over all
unevenness and hindrance, the frantic straining of the horses,
the fearless, intense resolution of the men, and above all, the
captain waving his sword, shouting his commands--but shot dead
just as the guns wheel into line. Our Captain died rallying us,
but He rose again, and He still has His dying enthusiasm of
love for each one of us.--FRANKLIN NOBLE, “Sermons in
Illustration.”
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