Lehigh University
The Vault at PfaffsAn Archive of Art and Literature by the Bohemians of Antebellum New York
Previous Issue Next Issue
Previous Page Next Page
0 matches

Text for Page 094 [05-04-1851]

              verted to worship and service of Evil.  Mid all these gigantic faiths, and
oft led astray by them, Phoenecia, Assyria and Babylonia-engirdled, through
all those ages was the God-given faith.   �Do you tell me, caviller � �
said he, as his cheerful, manly face was lit up by the light within him �
�that if this faith was God-given, the wonder is that they swerved at all?
I tell you the miracle is, that they had that faith � and that this
small, close, bigotted conservative people have for forty centuries clung to it.
How will you explain this?�         From thence he, as I notice, he loves to do,
proceeded to point out Christ as an object of love.     Glancing at the Transcen-
dental, and Nature-worshipping creeds of the day, he showed they satified 
not the heart and need of man; � more is needed for the infinite sypathies
and desires of man; � who with all his knowledge, still in feelings is as
helpless as a little child; � as one of those to whom Jesus sued �Suffer
little Children to come unto Me.�        Dead geologic worlds loom dimly
at us; the land-surging Time sea  echoes of mighty ages and Kindoms
and peoples, numberless as the sounds on the shore, now for ever gone;
the visible ocean with its grandeur, its beauty and terror; � this starry
world above us, � each unit world to us but as a leaf of light; �
man�s wit and skill; all these will give us just ideas of the unmeas-
urable, inconceivable, illimitable, awful power of the Being who created us.
But only in Jesus can we draw near him as a tender Father, who hath
individual regard for each unit of us.   That of all words, that most en-
dearing me was chosen by him, for us to address him by.  Too much do we
think of him as the Creator, (when we do think at all) and too little of him
as manifest in Jesus of Nazareth.     And very cold is our love for anything 
in the abstract, and of little power in us.   When a great deed is done, then
is our heart touched, � when the martyr goes with cheerful, uplifted brow to
the dungeon, the stake and flame; when the prison philanthropist bends over               
Loading content ...