The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1910-04-01

But if we went back and if we
net those whom we knew in the years
gone by, how quickly conversation and
communion would be exhausted, and
especially if we have been moving on
and they have been standing still. 1t
would not be good to be child again.
Our march is onward and 1.-The grave
is not its goal" With all this wide
universe of things we are sweeping
away from the past every hour, every
moment, and Paul expressed the right
philosophy of human life and recog-
pized the wide reach of this law OF
the universe when he resolved to for
get the things that are behind and
press toward the things which are be-
fore Certainly, disaster must befall
the man who stops. There is freedom
and there is life only in moving on.
IF YOU were to climb to the apex OF
the Metropolitan tower, and there
should succeed in stopping, some
thing fearful would befall you. The
atmosphere of the earth, rushing on
nineteen miles in second, striking
against you would instantly reduce
YOU to a little patch of fame. and you
would disappear. Something like
hat begins to happen when man
halts on a journey, refuses to near
the call of God. ceases to feel the ire
mendous mobility of the universe
moving around him, and thinks ne
will sit down content in his place ana
be quiet God will not have 1t so;
God will not let you keep still. You
must move or die. With all OF the
wide sweep of this moving universe
around you, the only safety Tor man
! tc i Of
life is to cast himself into the moving
currents of God and trust himself to
them to bear him on.
If now we have found this mobll-
ity of the world to be a great fact
of experience. and if it has seemed to
us to indicate that this is really
universal law of life and of the world,
ought we not to think again? Surely
these meanings of things reach higher
than our little lives and deeper than
the mere flood and f1ux of phenome-
non before our eyes. Does not this
great spectacle of q moving cosmos,
| this great consciousness of on-moving
| life tell us something as to what Is
the nature of God Himself? Have
we fixed Him sometimes in our theol-
| ogies upon static throne in the
midst OF angels and archansels? Not
| so IVES the picture OF Him that Jesus
| drew. So solicitous was He-our
Father in Heaven-that the hairs of
| our heads were numbered, that not
| one sparrow could fail without His
| notice; and we may not find God at
| all unless somehow We find Him in
| this moving universe. Who paints
| the superb colors of the sunrise in the
| morning east, different each passing
morning and beyond the painters
skill to initiate? Who is the vast
| weaver that threads the fabric OF the
petals of the flowers and weaves green
carpets over the fields? Who is the
| spirit of the mist that lifts itself from
the meadow-way under the touch of
| the morning sun? We should be tired
by this time of that wooden fetish Of
! law under which men have bound this
| frail and mobile universe. and which
men have worshiped in the place OF
| God. No. God is not law; God is
! life. and life is motion, and God Him
self is forever moving on. The maj
| EXPLANATION of this mobile universe
| must be sought in the infinite mobil-
ity of God God is not static SOW
,reign seated on His throne: He IS the
! life of all life, the light behind the
| tight, the glory that shines with the
| glory. If the heavens and the earth
/ are passing away, it is because moth
! ing that has Gods life in it can re-
main stationary.
If, then, We would harmonic our
selves and quiet our restless hearts,
| In a sense that Augustine perhaps
| did not mean, it shall not be by rest
ing in some snug haven of God S
| preparation. 1t shall be by coming to
! that triumphant faith Of the soul that
! IS willing to cast itself into the NOV
| Ing providence Of God, and go on
where God is going And shall that
| be forever? Certainly [ hope so.
This shall be the transcendant JOY OF
the life that is to come, that we are
| forever to pass on into the new and
The wonderful and the unexpected re-
cions and the unexplored glories of
an infinite universe. Fear not, oh,
soul, to launch thy bark and cast
away; cut thy moorings behind thee;
| let the old dead past go, and in the
| vast tomorrow look upward through
! the vistas of that path of the just,
| Singing more and more unto the per-
feet day, on which no darkness ever
shuts down, where no night ever falls,
| which no barriers ever cut off. and
whose goal has not been fixed for us,
because i is the endless path of the
/ onward moving God.