Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-23


transform even dearest friend into dead
hest foe and may sacrifice him to the compelling
hunger of moment, something worth tar less than
he, We may realize later that it was like tearing
down a cathedral to make room for a meat Market
but it mistake under the spell of the one
thing lacking.
when we set them up Mordecais that kill the JOY
of life and bury all usefulness If they cannot
be removed they must be borne. They should call
forth moral courage, the red blood OF undaunted
OPTIMISM which would defy them to dictate to
limitations to power. There is a wondrous re-
in every individual, treasures of undreamed of
strength determination, and conquest that sweep
obstacles like mountain torrent driving before it
all opposing things in its course.
There memories of past joys which have faded
like prosperity of earlier years regret for
wrongs done in blindness and unknowing, that
permit to sit like Mordecais blocking our way at
the gate of happiness. This is folly of the soul
which must either conquer or permit to blight
and shrivel every growing bud Of JOY in the garden
of ever days given to us for better finer living
The alchemists of old had beautiful dream of
transmitting the baser metals into gold. 1t was the
great get-rich- quick scheme of antiquity. All they
needed was substance. They felt sure it existed
somewhere in nature and that it would precipitate
the cheaper metals into nugget OF pure gold at the
bottom of their crucb1es. 1t the north pole of
infant chemistry. 1t was the thing lacking. 1t
the Mordecai sitting dumbly at the gate of their
dreams of fortune.
We seek ever like these visionary Paracesians,
element. 1t is the one thing we deem necessary
to transmute the dull dross OF our daily living into
love is the missing philosophers stone of life Love
of and woman love Of parent and child, love of
for man, in vital, pulsing human brotherhood,
love consecrated in some form in some work.
this is the final Mordecai of truest happiness.
Love, in its highest is the voice of the infinite
echoing in the finite. There are human hearts, in
hours of 1oneness, emptiness, and isolation that
hunger for love the one thing lacking. Under the
spell Of their hearts longing, riches, fame honors,
success seem trivial tawdry substitutes worthy per
haps offer sacrifices the altar of love, but
worthy shrine of their
Those that make love to their Mordeca wait and
watch longngly for it as Noah looked the great
stretch of lonely water for the coming of the dove
with the tiny leaf of promise and hope IN its beak
Sometimes they may pass great love IN silence, IN
blindness, unknoWlng, ships steam past G1bral-
tar in the night when the passengers are asleep.
Sometimes by SeltishnesS meanneSS false pride,
jealousy or lack of faith they kill the love they SEEK
not realizing what they are doing.
Can't Get Away from Them
WE must all face Mordecas. The seat at the
w gate of desire is never empty. They are the
symbol of the needs, the hungers the longings, the
aspirations, of humanity. When man says he has put
all these things behind him and wants only rest and
peace, he merely gives name to his new Mordecai.
Mans constant unsatisfedness is evidence of divine
within him evolving to some higher destiny.
Our individual Mordecai is confessed
choice of what deem greatest. The choice IS
ours the battle must be If it be unworthy of
our highest and best effort must battle, bravely
and unflnching squarely on the lighting line, TIL
be worthy if it be high, true and exalted, let
fight to the end till the victory of attainment
happiness. But the true Mordecal should never
depress but inspire US, give intensity
to purpose fiber to character new glow even to
the trfes of daily living.
Mordecai means the sunrise of a hope the
satisfying of a new hunger, the realizing of
ideal. Man was meant to fight and to hope-and to
hope more in order that he might fight more fear
lessly. And the end of life sitting at the
gate of his still unsatisfed longing new Mordecai,-
an angel of pure wilderness with the radiance Of
eternity in his face This last great hunger this last
Mordeca is-immortality.