There are lessons in this picture that are so obvious that they need scarcely be written out. One is, that no matter how dark the hour, our love for Christ should never fail. Though our expectations fail of realization, though our blossoms of hope fade and fall and yield no fruit, still let us cling to Christ. Our disappointments often prove the richest blessings in the end. It was so with these faithful women. Their Messianic hopes were buried and never rose, but the true Messianic hopes came in full glory from the grave’s gloom. So it is always with faith’s hopes that seem to perish: they come again in immortal beauty.
Another lesson is that in the expression of our love for Christ we should bring to him the very richest and best that our hearts can find or our hands can prepare. Still another lesson is that we ought always to come early in our service of love for Christ. We ought to come to him in life’s morning, while youth’s purity and freshness are unsullied. We ought also to seek him in the morning of each day, so that not one golden moment may be lost.