The truth is that all that Christ did and suffered, from the manger to the tomb, forms one glorious whole, no part of which shall ever become needless nor obsolete, and no part of which we can ever leave without forsaking the whole. I am always at the MANGER, and yet I know that mere incarnation cannot save; always in GETHSEMANE, and yet I believe that its agony was not the finished work; always at the CROSS with my face toward it and my eye on the crucified One, and yet I am persuaded that the sacrifice there was completed once for all; always looking into the GRAVE, though I rejoice that it is empty and that "He is not here, but is risen;" always resting (with the angel) on the stone that was rolled away and handling the grave clothes and realizing a RISEN CHRIST, an ascended and interceding Lord, yet on no pretext whatever leaving any part of my Lord's life or death behind me, but unceasingly keeping up my connection with Him as born, living, dying, buried and rising again, drawing out from each part some new blessing every day and hour.