The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1897-10-02

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refnements of Christian courtesy and
charity between sectaries. who would
raise tempest on the difference be-
tween SHINING in Adam and SHINING
by Adam. But when 1--WE know as we
are known" how we shall stand re-
buked An hour with Christ will dis
abuse us of vast amount of encum-
bering knowledge which is not wis
dom. As of old, Jupiter touched
Maia, and she, ensphered in light,
sprang into the heavens, so shall we
each rise in spiritual intelligence at
the magic touch of Christ.
Let us ask some practical ques-
tions. What are we doing to accel-
crate the coming in of the times of
restitution; and what claims are we
establishing for consideration in the
grander stage of it, We will bear in
mind that all life is one, nor forget
the subtle links which bind the ages
together. You are costructing your
own heaven today, and weaving the
garments in which you will presently
be identified. Every one is making
history, for now and hereafter. We
are all uncons ciously shaping our
future destiny; chalking the bound
airy Of our sphere of operations; de-
termining our dignity or degradation
in the ages to come. Transmigra-
ton was, perhaps, after all, shrewd
guess. We may go into higher or
lower forms at will.
Keep before you, that the future
is a spiritual condition, and every in
telligent moral act tends to affect
and give tone and character to joy
yonder. See this organist in Canter-
bury Cathedral. Down here he is
manipulating his keyboard; the or
gan is up out of sight somewhere,
but every touch produces harmony or
discord in the fretted roof. owe are
workers together with him." Mind
what you do then, for you make your
future life. See the rings in this fall
len elm tree, some starved, some ex.
pansive. That section reveals the
history of the tree, tells the nature Ct
the summers it enjoyed, and the use
it made of them. You know that we
are fishing out many secrets of the
past. Antiquarian research reports
of dog which stepped on one of
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS bricks in Babylon
when soft, and made himself as i'm
mortal as Cnidias who so cunningly
carved his name on the statue. So
we are unconsciously putting our
stamp and style on the future en-
vironment of our spirit. Whittier
truly sings:
g We shape ourselves the joy or fear
Of which the coming life is made,
And fill our Futures atmosphere
With sunshine or with shade.
The tissue of the life to be
We weave with colors all our own,
And in the fields of Destiny
We reap as we have sown."
Strange things greet our ears in
these noble times. In common par
lance we speak of telephones, of pho
nographs. Some of the secrets of
the bright intelligences are leaking
out. The genii, we suspect, have
known all this from the beginning.
"a good deal of our heart life is
cryptogamous," unseen by those
around. Legions of souls are full of
dumb inarticulate longings.
''Alas for those who never sing,
But die with all their music in them''
Anyway, these hidden feelings and
unuttered anthems will go to make
gracious poesy and rich melody yon-
der. Lost chords will all be found
where they chant, without let or him
drance, their Grand Amen.-ReU w.