Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1920-11-24

crust and circumference of mortali,
ty."
.sNot now, but in the coming years
1t may be in the better land;
Well read the meaning of our tears
And there, sometime, we'll under
stand"
Well catch the broken threads
again,
And finish what we here began;
Heaven will the mysteries explain,
And then, ah, then, we'll under
stand"
4. Rejection of This Doctrine
Means Refusal of an Object to Our
Love. Even if the Bible gave no hint
of it, do you not see that the deepest,
noblest instincts that God has i'm
planted in US cry out for the recog-
milton of our departed friends and
loved ones? And where God is con-
cerned it is not too much to say that
the deepest, holiest instincts are, in
a sense, PROPHECIES.
Hitherto, instinct has been con-
ceived as fossilized history, GA flake
of anthracite is really condensed
fern and flower. The instinct in a
bee is really the fossilized memory
of thousand generations of honey
bees" The bird reared amid the
rushes of Lake Michigan has no ex-
perience to guide it toward Florida
when the autumn sky is clouded and
the chill creeps into the air; but the
young bird has the ancestral instinct
and finds its way through the path
less air, lone wandering but not lost,
toward the tropic land where the sun
warns the rose bush into roses and
the orange bough into golden fruit
and the grape vine into purple clus-
ters. The bird is guided from the
chill land where the woodman's axe
fells the tree mantled with snow to
the place where the pickaninny plays
in the sunshine at the cabin door.
But today it is not the HISTORI-
CAL but the PROPHETIC side of
instinct that has gript mans satten-
ton. This prophetic note deserves
careful attention. No glow worm or
beetle ever followed instinct and
was deceived thereby. God keeps His
word with the sparrow and the
flocks of wild geese. Will He break
His word with His children, made in
His own image. Does nature speak
truth to the wild fowl, lone wander
ing but not lost, as it wings its way
southwark? Then when man stands
with adoring thoughts under the
midnight sky, crying out my Faith
er, my Father" there is One stand
ing behind the star fires who makes
response. And when the soul that
on Him hath leaned for repose in
that hour when it goes down into the
valley and the shadow, leans on Him
it fndsl rest for its WEAKNESS and a
pillow for it's head. When the tumult
and the shouting of earth's voices
come, in the time when the fog
chokes the throat, there is One who
says, 'sLet not your heart be trou-
bledW ~
"I go to prove my soul,
/ see my way as birds their track
less way,
/ shall arrive! What time, what cir
cult first,
/ ask not; but unless God sends His
hail
Or binding fire balls, sleet or stiff
ling snow,
In good time, His good time, l shall
arrive.
He guides me and the birds, in His
good time.
For where listen, music, and where
I tend,
Bliss forever"
Our noblest instincts are in a
sense prophecies. This passionate af-
fection, the noblest thing that God
has implanted in US, makes it impos-
sible. to believe that we should be but
solitary isolated spirits among a
crowd of others whom we did not
know-that we should live in the
society of happy souls hereafter and
never know that the spirit next to us
was that of mother or husband or
friend or child.
We don't love mere distractions.
We don't love mere essences. We
don't think of God as just "Divine
Urge" which urges us to no object
for our love. Love and friendship
must be for SOMEONE, some PER
SON. If we, don't know anyone then
we cannot love anyone. Human love
must die without an object.
Tennyson said:
"Dear heavenly friend that cannot
die,
Mine, mine, forever mine =.
Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
1 have thee still and l rejoice;
prosper circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho die"
Let no one dismiss this as "mere
poetry" 1t is not mathematical
proof to be sure. But it is something
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