Welcome to Scribd. Sign in or start your free trial to enjoy unlimited e-books, audiobooks & documents.Find out more
Download
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
0Activity
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
GLIMPSES AT LIFE'S WINDOWS.pdf

GLIMPSES AT LIFE'S WINDOWS.pdf

Ratings:
(0)
|Views: 1|Likes:
Published by GLENN DALE PEASE
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.



NO one can ponder the great theme of immor-
tality for an hour and not feel the stir and
glow of a better, nobler life in him. In our more
prosaic moods we are like men shut up in a narrow
cell. We see for the time nothing but the little
patch of dusty floor at our feet and the cold,
cheerless walls that encircle us. We are occupied
with our little round of duties. Burdens press,
sorrows pour bitter tears into our cup, our hopes are
shattered ; or we have our short-lived joys, we see
our plans succeed, and play at living like children
in their mimic fancies. Now and then we have
intimations of a wider and more glorious world
outside our walls, stretching away beyond the
small circle in which we dwell.
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.



NO one can ponder the great theme of immor-
tality for an hour and not feel the stir and
glow of a better, nobler life in him. In our more
prosaic moods we are like men shut up in a narrow
cell. We see for the time nothing but the little
patch of dusty floor at our feet and the cold,
cheerless walls that encircle us. We are occupied
with our little round of duties. Burdens press,
sorrows pour bitter tears into our cup, our hopes are
shattered ; or we have our short-lived joys, we see
our plans succeed, and play at living like children
in their mimic fancies. Now and then we have
intimations of a wider and more glorious world
outside our walls, stretching away beyond the
small circle in which we dwell.

More info:

Published by: GLENN DALE PEASE on Oct 30, 2013
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial

Availability:

Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less

10/30/2013

pdf

text

original

 
GLIMPSES AT LIFE'S WINDOWS.BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.NO one can ponder the great theme of immor-tality for an hour and not feel the stir andglow of a better, nobler life in him. In our moreprosaic moods we are like men shut up in a narrowcell. We see for the time nothing but the littlepatch of dusty floor at our feet and the cold,cheerless walls that encircle us. We are occupiedwith our little round of duties. Burdens press,sorrows pour bitter tears into our cup, our hopes areshattered ; or we have our short-lived joys, we seeour plans succeed, and play at living like childrenin their mimic fancies. Now and then we haveintimations of a wider and more glorious worldoutside our walls, stretching away beyond thesmall circle in which we dwell. Faint voices ap-pear to come to us from without. Or there areglimmerings as if of memory, like the visionarygleams of a past and forgotten life, which flash54GLIMPSES AT LIFE'S WINDOWS. 55before us in our higher moods. In these rare mo-ments we seem to realize the meaning of the poet'ssublime thought :"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;The soul that rises with us, our life's star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar;
 
Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory, do we comeFrom God, who is our home."But to most of us pent up in this earthly lifethese are only merest intimations, faintest whispers,dreamlike suggestions. We go on living in ournarrow sphere, oppressed by its limitations, ourfaculties and powers stunted by its gloom.Did you ever climb the winding staircase in theinterior of some great monument or tower? Atintervals, as you ascended, you came to a windowwhich let in a little light, and through which, asyou looked out, you had a glimpse of a great ex-panse of fair and lovely world outside the dark tower. You saw green fields, rich gardens, pic-turesque landscapes, streams flashing like flow-ing silver in the sunshine, the blue sea yonder, andfar away, on the other hand, the shadowy forms of great mountains. How little, how dark, how poor56 WEEK-DAY RELIGION.and cheerless, seemed the close, narrow limits of your staircase as you looked out upon the illimit-able view that stretched from your window !Life in this world is like the ascent of such acolumn. But while we climb heavily and wearilyup its steep, dark stairway, there lies, outside thethick walls, a glorious world reaching away intoeternity, beautiful and filled with the rarest thingsof God's love. And thoughts of immortality,when they come to us, are little windows throughwhich we have glimpses of the infinite sweep andstretch of life beyond this hampered, broken, frag-
 
mentary existence of earth.The doctrine of the resurrection is one of thesewindows. It opens to us a vista running awaybeyond the grave. Death is a mere episode, amere experience, an incident on the way. Eventhe grave, which seems to quench all the light of life, is but a chamber in which we shall disrobeourselves of the infirmities, blemishes and im-perfections of mortality and be reclothed in theholy, spotless vesture of immortality. Thus wesleep at night, and sleep seems like death ; but weawake in the morning, our life unharmed, unwasted,made fairer, fuller, fresher, stronger. Winter comes,and the leaves fall, the flowers fade, the plants dieGLIMPSES AT LIFE'S WINDOWS. 57and snow wraps the earth in a blanket of death.But spring comes again, and the buds burst outanew, the flowers lift their heads and the grassesshoot up once more. From beneath the greatdrifts the gentlest and most delicate forms of lifecome as fresh and fragrant as if they had beennourished in a conservatory. Nature rises from thegrave of winter in new beauty and luxuriance. Inplace of the sere leaves and faded loveliness andexhausted vigor of the autumn, there is now all thesplendor of new creation. Every leaf is green,every pore is flowing full of vital sap, and everyflower pours sweetest fragrance on the air.The grave is but life's winter, from whose dark-ness and chill we shall come with unwasted beauty.Then, away beyond this strange experience, as welook out at the window again, we see life going on,expanding, deepening, enriching.

You're Reading a Free Preview

Download
scribd
/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->