Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-04
SUNDAY MORNING TALKS.
The Gospel According to June.
Here's June, dear June!
Now, God be praised for June!

Now, God be praised for June!
Fundamentally, there is but one gospel,
the proclamation of the fact that love and
good will are at the heart of the universe.
But that gospel has many interpreters Its
highest expression is In human life, for,
the poet Whittier has so well said,
The dear Lords best interpreters
Are humble human souls.
The gospel of life like theirs
Is more than books and Scrolls
And there was one life centuries ago in
the world which by common consent boded
forth most perfectly this gospel of love and
good will And of that perfect expression
there were several interpreters. Matthew
put upon 1t coloring of his own, and SO
did Mark and Luke and John.
But there are other renderings of the Cos
pei, too, apart from books and apart from
lives and as the glory of June days comes
upon us, the sky is like sapphire over
our heads, as the long golden summer days
possess the earth and bird and flower and
shrub and tree make their special contri-
button to the one enchanting impression
we are worse than the lower animals If we,
too do not feel a thrill of hope such as
comes only with June.
Junes gospel is one of life. The bud
ding, blosSOmng world about us makes
death and decay seem out of place in this
universe. When branch is alive to it's
very tips, when the meadows are carpeted
with living green, when the birds stretch
their little threats to pour forth their mel
ody we know that the end of all being is
life and not death. This Is what man was
made for, not for winter, not for the grave.
And June's gospel Is one of beauty, tran
silent II Is true but almost supernal while
1t lasts, with It's constant appeal to the
eye through the blending of harmonious
colors and to the ear through the hum Of
insects at high noon and the song of the
nightingale and the plaintive cry of the
whippoorwfll through the short nights. The
, old bishop in Victor Hugo's immortal story,
Les Miserables," when demonstrated with
for taking so much interest in his beautiful
garden, replied The beautiful is also use
full" And that lesson We, too, need to
learn, that all the rich golden beauty of
this finest month of the year is meant to
serve the life of man.
June speaks once more Of JOY. Lowell,
in the poem. THE Vision of Sir Launfal,"
which We all ought to read before this
month runs its course, says
Joy comes, grief goes. know not how;
Everything is happy now.
erything is upward striving;
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue
lis the natural way of living.
What wonder that June should be the
month of weddings of happy school gradu-
ations and reunions? Nature is at the flood
tide of her joyous life. Why should the
heart of man be sad?
For a man to live through the thirty days
of June. and not become better man Is
to be gospel-hardened indeed. He need not
go far from the scene of his daily labors.
He can look up into an Italian sky as he
makes his way to office or factory. He can
open ears and eyes to the miracles which
nature is daily working along his pathway.
And II he has tired little or become tndif-
ferent to the gospel according to the
churches the gospel according to the
books of theology, If the ringing of the
church bell has no charm for him, let June
speak through its manifold voices, through
its quickly passing scenes of loneliness. AL!
that Is best within him will be stirred to
reverence If he will but listen.