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Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of Godt " — St. John. > Ninth Thousand New York: 46 East 14th Street THOMAS Y. CROWELL & COMPANY Boston : 100 Purchase Street J> W-b-s Ul> Copyright, 1894, By Thomas Y. Crowell & Company. RFfWJARD BfJSEt C. J. Peters & Son, Type-Setterb and Electeotypers, 145 High Street, Boston. & Not long ago a young man incidentally calling at my home was speaking of some of the more serious problems of life and mind. He is a brilliantly educated and tal- ented man, but in his attitude and conversation there was an undertone of deep sadness ; one heard the modern note of despair. He had lost faith in God; and life appeared to him dark, desolate, tormenting, uncertain, without pur- pose, and altogether not worth while. That his experience is typical, and not unique, is a striking phase of the University life of to-day. Faith too often fails in college halls : Teufelsdrockh has many brothers. That conversation has haunted and troubled me. I have since been thinking of the supreme importance of faith, — of what it really means to those who have it; and to-day I would speak at least a passing word to other college men and women about the worth of faith to life. 887336 " It is not the weariness of mortality,' but the strength of divinity, which we have to recognize in all mighty things. 11 — Ruskin. "'/So near are we, even in this troublous world, to the land of Everlasting Best"\ THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. Faith links us with, the Eternal. It makes us one with God. This gives the soul the most majestic possible pose. Its attitude is the sublime. Standing above this puny earth-ball and the flying shadow which we call time, it looks out over endless reaches and unimagined joys. It sees the universe in its true relations, flashingly perceives the significance of the triv- ial and the temporal, judges kindly of the com- monplace, and learns to wait patiently among the things that are for the things that are to be. There comes a feeling that one has now really begun to live. Life rolls off into far re- cesses of joy and light, and the soul quivers with happy awe. I used to have twinges of fright at the happiness of faith. The strange, infinite possession seemed too good to be be- lieved. How could it last forever ? But every day steadies my confidence. It flows on and 5 6 THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. on, without noticeable jar or break. Eternal life beats like a full pulse under all we are and feel and know ; unharassed in sorrow, and giv- ing a touch of calm and wisdom to the moment of most excitable rapture. It is not only that life fills the soul, but that it is so rich, tranquil, and serene. Nothing tires the spirit overmuch. Days and duties bound by, and one exults in a sense of glowing inward health. Nothing finally hurts or grieves but sin. Faith shows the soul its final goal. "Eter- nity : thither, of a truth, and not elsewhither, art thou and all things bound ! " We plunge towards the forever, and that with leaps of joy. Unconsciousness nowhere awaits us ; our souls are quick, and that for endless years. This gives a large prospective to our lives. We are not afraid of the glorious endeavor. We project to-day into a hereafter in which our aspirations may come true. Our possibili- ties sweep out into space, unlimited and vast. There is room to strive and grow, without fear of a future spiritual confine. We are un- cramped by the bitter human. Of no real THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. 7 thing need we ever say, To this there comes an end. Love, hope, peace, are ours forever. Our every action has repose. Faith calls us to the heroic. The " child of eternity " is brave. Do we not grow along the line of what we think and read of ? The hours . of silence chiefly make us all. But the mind of the Christian is filled with thoughts of God. Jehovah is the figure of his dreams. This gives grandeur to his impulses, tenderness to his af- fections, and a ringing resolution to his deeds ! We do not really wish a languid life of lotos- calm. Youth is filled with fiery rages. We are all admirers of the triumphant, and worship at its feet. To the conqueror, the chariot; but he who fails returns in rags or chains. Ever we adore the strong. " It is not to taste sweet things," says Carlyle, " but to do true and noble things, and vindicate himself under God's Heaven as a god-made Man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. Show him the way of doing that, the dullest day-drudge kindles into a hero ! " But the world's idea of the heroic is fiercely cruel. "Les Conqu^rants," a striking picture 8 TBB VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. lately brought from the Paris Salon, represents a phalanx of stern, set warriors — Sesostris, Alexander, Philip, Napoleon, and others — rid- ing to victory through the surging bodies of the starved and naked dead. Faith cries grandly to the human spirit, Endure, Serve, Love, Sacrifice, Forgive ! In its onward march it wakes a dying world, and rouses it to ever- lasting life. Faith gives us an adequate ideal. It moulds us in the image of the Divine. Virtue is, after all, the supreme charmer. The soul does not cling to this vain self forever. Faith holds up the large and loving figure of the Son of man, and says, Into this incomparable likeness thou, too, O soul, mayst grow ! /Ah, tender, thrilling thought, — that we, so weak, so poor, so stung by life, so tempted, distressed, sad, weeping, and most often overcome, may silently, resist- lessly, and as certainly as the flowers bloom, attain to a heavenly sweetness of spirit, to cour- age, cheer, gentleness, patience, love ! J This hope of the divine is worth all other creeds and tenets of the world. Nothing stirs the passionate heart so deeply as this, that holi- TEE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. 9 ness may yet be won. To that end, we are will- ing to endure the cross, to weep, suffer, strive. It is the promise of the fulfilment of our high- est dream, — of that which we whisper to our- selves in the night-watches, and when none are by. fit is not transmigration of soul we long for, but this blessed transfiguration, radiant and supreme. What we wish to be, we are to be : this gives signal comfort to the race. / Faith triumphs over the hard conditions of life. lHard conditions exist/ For a time they bend our backs and wring our hearts. Life has appalling aspects for us all. In what sad outlines it looms up before the soul ! The Grendel of this present world creeps out by night, and carries off our dearest hopes. Fam- ine and plague draw near. At each step there is something not to our mind. The longed-for heroic has many foes. Obstacles spring up before each manly wish. The colossal, when builded at last, proves worm-eaten, and leans and totters while we gaze. We cannot desert our post with honor, but it is easy to be mal- contents. Shall we take life with whimpers? Shall we fight, or weep and give up ? Shall 10 THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. we stoically accept our fate? Nay, rather let us endure, as seeing Him who is invisible !f It is well that there are hard things in life. They bring dignity into the conflict, and make the combat worth while. The strong soul craves stout foes ; it thrills at the clash of steel on steel. They also prove the real value of faith. If it should ever fail us in an emer- gency, we should give it up at once. Our be- lief shall be the competent; our ally must be strong. But it is equal to life at every turn. This is a great excitement to me, — to watch it con- quer things, one by one. There is a spice of mischief in seeing surprised impediments go down. They show their astonishment in their leave-taking. The incredible has happened, and they rub their eyes. Faith conquers life by a large trust, and by stalwart strokes of loving work. It says, These things are tests and charms. They are the best condition — nay, the only condition — of achieving that Godlike which we desire. They are God's ways of making strong, perfect, and complete His own. The iron " ring of Neces- THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. 11 sity whereby we are #11 ^egirti" becomes there- by a robe of strength, — the ^mor ;> of ; great might. ••'.*'% »*•* « •■»' • '• ' We grieve at Providence only because we have as yet imperfect insight and petulant wills. 'A human soul is always let down from eternity at the exact spot where it can best live and grow. \ No God-given condition is inhospit- able. God never asks us to stay where there is no Ideal. He never places us in a squirrel- cage of drudgery, and requires us to wear out the body and weary the spirit in any useless activity or routine. To all His paths there is a goal. Our every task counts, if it be done well. If it be done idly or ill, it weighs down the hopes of the universe, and is a drag upon human progress, f The man of grand faith says, Any place is good enough and big enough for me. Give me but a foot of earth to stand on, or to die on, and I will make the spot in God's eyes historic! Give my life a radius of present influence of but half a mile, and I will some day shake the corners of the globe ! Here in this great crea- tion which, misinterpreted, maligned, and mis- 12 THE VICTORY OF OUR FAITH. understood, groans \/nnd • travails with pain, I will shpw t wbat