Bisbee daily review., 1918-03-03

Upon this brief paragraph alone rests the entire fabric of our belief in the creation of man, and all our hopes and fears of the fate of man after death. The books that have been written upon the subject O. the creation would ill library. and each book Is a ponderous tome. But God, through his scribe, Moses, author of the book of Genesis, which is The Beginning. disposes of this most momentous matter in sentence. He did it. that IS all. And / He told of 1t in dozen or so words, and let 1t go at that. That Is God way. The way of the immortal and therefore not so plain and so clear and so simple as 1t might be to us mere mortals.
 With mortal body made of the dust of the earth and Gods breath upon his lips, which is his soul. man was set upon his way down the long track of the years. A step or league, and then cometh darkness and the mystery behind the veil.
 How strange it all is Moses simply says that the Lord God formed ma1 from the dust and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life which is his soul. We do not comprehend. Of course we do not. God would not be God if mere man could under stand all His ways and all His Works. And to those wise ones, to whose practical minds and scientific learning this brief and simple story of the creation comes as a fairy tale for children only, 1t is only necessary to say, Give us something in its placel'
 Where did we come froma Whither are we bound? Life is the shadow of death, said Swinburne Life IS nothing life IS all.' said the psalmist.
 Between the darkness and the mystery of creation and the darkness and mystery of death is only narrow beam of light that we call this mortal life. We pass through this lighted space like storm driven bird Life is a fitful fever. Baby cries and laughter; toddling feet; youth dreams and follies and love and noble ideals and sad mistakes; manhood's s strength; age with its wisdo mand ailments, and then Rest
 Dust thou art to dust returneth. But waitI This was not spoken of the soul. Out of the ancient mysteries of flame and shifting sands and wild winds and humble dust was man made All frail, Aeeting, phantasnal. Weeping and laughter. Light and shadow An, but consider further Man was also made in the image of his Maker, and God 'breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became living soul
 Only sentence, as terse and as tense as though proclaimed through trumpet in one compelling peal. That is all we have from our Maker of our making Made from dust, He said, and then to be re- solved to dust again. as Bryant's genius wove in the golden gleam and siivery sad Moses had direct from on high it Is declared that Gods breath became man living soul. The soul was not made from dust; 1t was made from the breath of the Infinite, there fore 1t is immortal If it is not. then we had better never have been born, for, as Ingalls, said, Then he who fears to die should fear to live, for life Is a tragedy more sad and inexplicable than death.
 Made from the dust of earth and the breath of heaven in the twinkling of an eye, man struggles on, sometimes weak and sometimes strong. His flesh often fails him, for 'tis of the earth, but his spirit that he had direct from heaven, it IS his own fault if that fails him. It shall mount on the wings of eagles, if man. who Is the only captain of his own soul, has enough of faith in his destiny and enough of courage in the worlds darkness and enough of un- selfish kindness in dealing with his fellows .. made from the same mortal dust and the same divine breath of which he himself was made when the world was young.
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