The Jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 18??-1907, 1906-06-23
A MISSIONARY MusING.
BY Rev. ]. G. Wilson in Texas
Christian Advocate.

Beings big meaning lay, a nightmare,
on my mind, and robbed my life OF
peace. TO guess, without clue, were
but to wanderin a maze to deeper, dark
er doubt and pain, for Doubts pain
the soul demands to know. And so | set
myself 20 read the riddle right, My soul
1 sent in search of the one key to all
the veying questions close involved
within my wondrous self.
Dumb, inert, Matter said by silence
deep as death, 81 do not know"-said
so because of absence of mind with
which to know. And yet l saw this mat
ter thrill with some strange Force and
swing with measured step a host of
worlds. light-bannered, toward some
great, "far-off, divine event!' ! felt the
pulse of something throbbing in the ar
teries of mighty worlds. and saw it beat
lug in the red-veined leaf! Color and
and motion, heat, cold, wind and wave,
melody and moaning, mirth and mad
ness, and all the phantnsmagoria of this
complex, multiform Thing that men call
Universe was moving-Why? Whence?
Whittier? Blind Force scopld not tell,
because it knew not.
1 put my SOULS ear to the secret heart
of Force and hear the ripple of an end
less stream, flowing from out the still,
inexhaustible Deep of Somewhat, Some
where! Feeling indissoluble, and sure
of answer at the bottom Fact of life.
there, where the gulf yawned sheer, my
soul, by faith, stepped of-into the
Night? No! Into the Light! No! Into
the Light! Not light like unto that
which pencils earthly beauty and bill
lows in unmeasured floods that concept
Space, within material realms-but
eight that never was on land or sea-
the Tight of Wisdom, Holiness and Love
Light where the Seraphs "veil their
faces with two wings"in presence of the
Infnite In glory such as this, the only
attitude for fallen, finite soul, is deep
contrition for the stain of sin, and con.
seriousness of irremedial woe, unless that
stain be purged! Conviction of the
awfulness of moral ill was 80 intense
that no longer seemed an isolated
self, but rather that vast whole of foul
Tipped. fallen race, where in each touch
es other in organic way. The worlds
wide woe rolled like unmeasured floods
across my BEINGS deeps, and Justice
laid the lictor's lightning lash across
my troubled breast!
And so my penitence and prayer en-
braced the race-tears for the blightingt
ing. binding touch of moral ill-prayer
for its cleansing and the assuaging of
it's pain. One touched my lips, and 10!
the pain was gone, and enrapport was
with that clear Light! Peace clasped
my soul, and put into my hand the
long. sought key to all the hidden mean
ing in my Beings quest The Why was
seen to be moral good-a quality trans
muted to the deathlese soul, befitting it
for fellowship with highest holiness OF
God. The Whence was but Deifc Mind
and Might and Loye-sufiicient source
for every Force constructive in the
whirling loom of Time The Whittier
was the source of Origin, the finished
product, moral character, perfected in
the discipline of timely State My Be-
ings end and aim was seen to be, not
happines and ease in earthly state, but
usefulness for highest good of blessed
ness in heavenly state!
Concluded next week.)
There is no need worrying along in
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