The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-01-01

and insist on all seeing Him from our
squirt. Suppose we should take an
earthly father and have each OF his
| children describe his mind and char
acte1. Would they agree? Would
any two agree? Then how absurd it
| is to suppose that the Heavenly
Father, whom none of US have seen,
can be made to appear to all alike.
Why assert that all should conform
when most oil US only consider what
manner of being He is through His
works?
Where God is, to most of US, there
is also heaven, and we being as much
in His presence here as everywhere,
therefore, there is as much of heaven
here on earth as there is anywhere
throughout the universe. The Father
is as near to us here as He is any
where only, because someone has said
sometime-who it was and when he
said it having both passed from the
memory of man-that this world IS
probation, sort of testing place
to determine our location in the flu
ture, we have given up our hope OF
talking and walking with God, and
have placed Him and His somewhere
away in the future. We need the
Father as much today as we ever
did, but having closed our eyes to
His presence and our ears to His
voice, and filled our minds with other
things, is it any wonder that He has
vanished? If God is, we need Him
every day; we need Him every hour;
we need Him when assailed by pas
sion, by temptation, by evils of every
kind and nature; we need Him that
We might sun ourselves in His
smiles and bask in tho warmth of
| His affection. If He is nearer to US
than hands and feet why does He not
manifest Himself? Nobody wants an
icy abstraction sulking somewhere
in the profundity Of space, nursing
his wounded vanity and hemmed in
by the barriers of his petty jealous
les; but everybody wants warm, liv-
ing ever-present father-ahelper,
lover and friend. We want Him to
resolve our difficulties and tighten our
troubled soul with words of cheer and
encouragement. We want a being
that we can meet face to face, eye to
eye, hand to hand and why can't we
have such an one? Man has discov-
cred the laws of nature that enab.e
him to take advantage of her and
flash his thought through space; he
can send his words-the very tones
he uses-down to his children to un-
told generations by using those same
laws which laid in the bosom of ma
ture since and before the universe be-
gan, and cannot the Father whisper
across the depths that it may snug
glo up to the soul of man here and
now and make man always happy? |
Can he not send message to every
soul that will open to receive it? Not
some other time in the future, but
right now Must we always-like
those elders-hang our hopes to alb
stractions? Why cannot some one
find way to the Father heart?
A six months old foetus has per-
feet ears, eyes, nose, mouth; seems
to every appearance a perfect baby.
1t is surrounded by its mother as the
soul is by God and yet it knows it not
Should it open its eyes to the world
at six months, it could see and hear
and breathe and take it's place among
the live souls of earth. Yet it remains
there three months longer. AS long
as 1T remains in the womb, it can
neither taste, smell, hear, see,, breathe
eat or cry. 1t knows neither father,
mother or kindred. Let it but break
the seal of its resting place and it's
faculties are all alive and it enters
upon a new life. This time spent in
the womb is not testing time; it is
but a necessary prelude to the joys
and sorrows of this life. Must we
then wait until we are born into that
other world, before we may taste the
delights of heaven, or can we draw
that world down to us to be enjoyed
here and now. When in the womb,
the child had nochoice; it was a part
of the parent. And even in this life
we are in leading strings. Our path
through it has fences on both sides.
But we, within the limits prescribed,
can pursue our way. And we might
be able to accomplish the spiritual
birth this side the grave. When we
develop a taste for music, for ltera-
ture, or for art, we draw these down
into our minds; we surround our
selves with them, we breathe them in
to every cell and fibre of our being.