One day a gentleman came into my husband's office and laid a photograph down on his desk.
He said he had just returned from the Continent, and had bought this photograph there. And then he told my husband the story that I have told you about the iron-bound grave.
Ah! There was the photograph, but it showed the grave all broken to pieces!
The iron bars were there, but they were bent and twisted in every direction; and the great stone was all broken to pieces, and lifted quite out of its place!
Do you ask how? Was it a miracle?
Yes, just the miracle of one of God's little living seeds, which He had allowed to be thrown into that grave!
For a seed-pod of a silver-birch tree had been shovelled in with the earth which was used to fill up the infidel's grave when he was buried.
The seed had taken root in the earth, and had grown and grown in the grave, till at last it became a strong silver-birch tree; and gradually the branches had burst the iron bars, and raised up the stones, and there was the infidel's grave laid open for everyone to see.
A photographer had heard of it and came among the sight-seers, and had taken the wonderful photograph, which my husband saw, and held in his own hand!
Let this Resurrection Story remind us of one great truth.