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Robert Ingersoll wrote, “In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments—there are consequences."1 One of the best known of nature's consequences is the law of the harvest. As we sow so shall we reap. For some reason we as people are more willing to accept this law as it applies to plants and animals than to human nature. We spend time trying to beat the system rather than succeed within it.
A toddler awoke in the middle of the night crying for his mother and screaming in pain with an earache. She rushed to him, scooped him up into her arms, and then noticed that as he sat upon her lap, he pressed his ear to her lips again and again, seriously believing she could somehow kiss it better. Kiss it better. How many hundreds of scratches and bruises and cuts are presented to mothers each day with the plea, “Kiss it better.” For to children, mothers seem to have some secret healing power, better than Band-Aids. It is the power of love.
Here in the United States, we have grown increasingly concerned about the health of our economic system. Indeed, the eroding effects of inflation seem to be eating away at the values of currencies in almost all nations. In this country, the value of the dollar has decreased rapidly during the past decade, while the incomes of many individuals have risen slowly.
We have heard the choir herald spring's return, and our thoughts turn once again to the divine origin of this invigorating season. Is there a God in the heavens? Surely the answer is self-evident when we observe the miracle of spring.
"Come follow me," He said. "The final test of a leader," wrote Walter Lippman, "is that he leaves behind him in other men the conviction and the will to carry on."1 By this measure Jesus of Nazareth is the supreme example of leadership. “Come follow me,” he said, and the farmers, the fishermen, the tax collectors left their worldly pursuits and became his disciples. These followers and those who followed them carried their convictions to the corners of their world and marked out the history of mankind from their time 'til ours.
"If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world," said Bruce Barton, “it will come through the expression of your own personality—that single spark of divinity that sets you off and makes you different from every other living creature.”1
Had we been present when Christ faced Pilate, we could have predicted with certainty the outcome. On the one hand stood Jesus. He was a Hebrew, a second class citizen. He commanded no armies; He had cultivated no friendships with prominent individuals; His only material possession at the time was a homespun cloak.
Early in the second decade of life, young people enter the stage of development popularly known as adolescence. The term, itself, seems clumsy. . . and it is, indeed, an awkward age. But it is such an important time. Unaccustomed physical changes affect the entire being— emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually. The old childhood dependencies are cast aside.
During a winter month in one of this country's northern states, an eleven-year-old boy was playing with his friends when a wall of wet snow collapsed on him and buried him alive. Helplessly pinned with his arms behind him, he felt the snow stiffen and freeze entombing him and paralyzing his body. Soon he would die of suffocation.
Scholars have come to classify the different periods of mankind's history according to the most prominent human urges of the time. The era which produced the treasures of Greek literature and philosophy is now known as the Golden Age of Thought. That epoch during the 17th and 18th centuries when explorers and scientists uncovered new facts about our world is called the Age of Discovery. More recently, the Age of Technology has made the machine our servant.
Yes, awake thou wintry earth. Fling off thy sadness. . . renew thy bright array with fairest blooms of spring. Ah, the sights and sounds and smells of spring—the shimmer of dancing rain. . . the aroma of fresh turned soil. . . the promise of pink in an apricot bloom. . . the glint of morning sunlight on the window sill. No wonder we feel that increased vigor each morning.
On the world’s highest mountains there comes a point beyond which no tree can grow.
Centuries ago Augustine described the simple blessings of his world. He wrote, "How (pleasant) is the alternation of day and night. How abundant the supply of clothing furnished us by trees and animals. Who can enumerate all the blessings we enjoy?"1 Who indeed but you know.
The sound of this great Choir reminds us that music is one of the simple pleasures of life. It affects everyone. It moves and motivates. . . releases emotional tensions. . . keeps sensitivities alive. . . and helps exercise imaginations—not as an escape, but as a meaningful addition to life. For ages music has been used to heal the sick and comfort the distressed.
We have all seen the remarkable construction of the chambered seashell—how each year the developing marine animal adds another compartment to its home, making a larger, expanded dwelling to accommodate the annual growth. Oliver Wendell Holmes’ observation of this phenomenon led him to a conclusion about man's own need for continued growth and development. Speaking of the chambered nautilus, he wrote:
Is there really, somewhere, in a meadow far away, still a shepherdess who sings all day while she watches her flocks? If there is, we are separated from her by a thousand cares, our world caught up in crisis, strung with personal tensions and responsibilities that tie us up and bind our songs within our hearts. For too many of us the world is bleak and gray and cold, and we are breathless with hurry as we rush from one job to another. No time for meadows or easy songs.
A dynamic and optimistic executive was once asked if he ever got discouraged. His quick reply was a pearl of insight. He said, "I don't get discouraged, but I do get tired. The Lord surely knew what He was doing when He put a night between two days."
Oh divine Redeemer…turn me not away…grant me pardon and…remember not my sins… oh divine Redeemer. 1
Of all the sicknesses which afflict man, homesickness is at once the easiest to contract and the most difficult to cure. For we can be exposed to this infirmity with a simple change of scenery or even a temporary move from familiar surroundings. We all remember our first extended leave from home: whether we were at camp, the home of relatives, or away at school—the symptom was always the same; it is the inexplicable longing for the one place we call home.
The turn of a decade, perhaps even more than the turn of a year, is a time for reflection, a summing up of where we've been, where the last ten years have taken us. Many observers have called it an age of turbulence and disappointment, a time when optimism was dashed by the problems and challenges of a changing world. Some have called it a time of retreat from old values and old assumptions about the way things are or ought to be. And many look to this new decade with all the unease of a child who wakes up in a strange house in a dark room.
There is maxim quoted in Don Quixote which this day somehow suggests: "Where one door shuts, another opens. . .."1 We come to an end and find a beginning.
We have spoken before of the several sides of this season. But beyond all else, all the festivities, all the gathering of families and friends, the gayety, the gifts and giving, beyond all the outward evidence, there is yet a side to consider which is the essence of all that Christmas is.
What can one say for a season where so much is intermixed? There is thoughtfulness for others, but a thoughtfulness preoccupied with a bustling of busy-ness. Nor could one deny that sentiment is encouraged partly by commercial motive, but the sentiment is there, a sentiment set apart from all other times and seasons with many buying for others, few for themselves. Whether or not all this is always wise, whether or not there are some excesses, whether or not it is partly compulsion, the compulsion of expectancy, of custom, the compulsion of comparisons, is something which by itself should sometime be considered—but, nevertheless, not at any other time are hearts so intent on doing so much for so many, moved by a spirit which is real, and different, and which runs down deep—despite all the mixture of motives.
Last week we talked of the waste of worshiping the average, and that the average is neither an absolute nor an ideal and is not something with which we should necessarily be satisfied, and this we quoted from Carlyle: "Men do less than they ought, unless they do all that they can."1 In this day and season of many pressures, we frequently feel we ought to do more than we reasonably call. We feel both the shortness of time and the magnitude of our tasks.
Last week we closed with this comment: "Man is obviously made to think. It is his whole dignity and his whole merit; and his whole duty is to think as he ought."' And now we should like to turn to what follows from the thoughts we think: the doing, the learning, the practicing, the performing—and would preface what follows with a quotation from Carlyle: "Men do less than they ought, unless they do all that they can."1
Today we should like somewhat to summarize our subject of some weeks on our responsibility for all the thoughts we think, for our actions and utterances, and for turning from wrong ways; and the fallacy of being resigned to wrong, once we have made a mistake—the fallacy of postponing repentance when we have done wrong things, when he have thought wrong thoughts. This whole subject seems somehow to be summarized in a single sentence from Pascal, who said: "Man is obviously made to think. It is his whole dignity and his whole merit; and his whole duty is to think as he ought."1 It follows, of course, that if he thinks as he ought he will do as he ought, for thought is the forerunner of all action and utterance.
We would turn back today to a citation from Emerson which said: "Cause and effect, means and ends, seed and fruit, cannot be severed; for the effect already blooms in the cause, the end pre-exists in the means, the fruit in the seed. . .—"1 At this season when the harvest has been brought home, we are earnestly thankful that the fruit is in the seed, that the harvest comes from causes that can be counted on, that the Creator is over all.
We would turn again to a sentence previously cited, which says: "What we are to be, we are becoming."1 This seems somewhat to coincide with another quoted sentence which says: "I believe . . . we will be judged as we are, for what we are, and. maybe not for what we have been!"2 When we have done wrong things, when we have thought wrong thoughts, when we have made mistakes, we can well be exceedingly grateful for the great and blessed principle of repentance—because there isn't very much that anyone can do about the past, except to learn from it. But there is much we can do about the present and the future.
We should like further to pursue the question of where thoughts come front and how we can control them—for controlling thoughts is essential to controlling all we are ever likely to become, everything we are about to be. And he who persists in saying that he cannot help what be thinks, is in effect saying that be cannot help what he does. And if he cannot help what he thinks or what he does, he obviously could not be trusted under any conceivable circumstances. But fortunately we can control thoughts, because we can choose to think other thoughts, and the obligation for choosing clearly is ours, but it does require will; it does require wanting to; it requires concentration. And this brings us to another side of the subject—the use of the mind for positive purposes. Perhaps we have all been aware of being physically present and mentally absent.
Last week we talked of "the seed and the fruit," of cause and consequence in thought and action and utterance, and of the importance of avoiding all untoward intent. This scripture is perhaps most frequently cited on this subject: "For as he thinketh in his heart so is he."1 Now since thoughts are the forerunners of action, there sometimes comes the question: Where do thoughts come from? How can they be controlled?