But where find the source of these three realities? Where find the author of existence and truth and love that vibrates through all creation? Shall we say that they have no source? But, if they have no source, how can they be, and how can they affect our lives at this moment? They are things that are reasonable and therefore, must have been intelligently produced. They cannot come from the dismal slime of primeval jungles, for then the mind would be confronted with the absurdity that the nobler comes from the less noble. Where, then, find the source?

Suppose I am in search of the source of the light which is in this room. Where shall I find it? The source of the light is not to be found under that distant chair, for there light is mingled with shadow. The source of the light is not to be found under the table, for there too light is mingled with darkness. Where find the source of light? I must go out to something which is nothing but pure light, namely, the sun.

So, too, if I am to find the source of the life and the truth and the love that is in this world. I must go out to a Life that is not mingled with the shadow, death; I must go out to a Truth which is not mingled with the shadow, error; and I must go out to a Love which is not mingled with the shadow, hate. I must go out beyond "the margent of this world", out past the "golden gateways of the stars", out past the clotted clay of all humanity, out even to the "hid battlements of eternity", out to Some One who is Pure Life, Pure Truth, and Pure Love.

"There is a quest that calls me
In the nights when I am alone,
The need to ride where the ways divide
The Known from the Unknown.

"I mount what thought is near me
And soon I reach the place,
The tenous rim where the Seen grows dim,
And the sightless hides its face.

"I have ridden the wind,
I have ridden the sea,
I have ridden the moon and stars,
I have set my feet in the stirrup seat
Of a comet coursing Mars.

"And everywhere
Thro' the earth and air
My thought speeds, lighting-shod,
It comes to a place where checking pace
It cries 'Beyond lies God".

Oh, would that I had the speech of angel tongues or the language which Adam spoke in Eden, or a tongue like Isaiah which had been touched with a coal from the very altar of God -- then, perhaps, I could make you understand what God is. But our untempered speech which descend "grimy and rough-cast from Babel's bricklayers", strong it is to damn, strong it is to speak of cheek and lip and bosom; for these things it moves with light ease in the speech of the working day.

But to speak of God: it moves with the clumsiness of the hieroglyphs. Poor as it is, language may tell its story that God is not some dim far-off abstraction, not some "spatiotemporal configuration"; not "an epochal occasion"; not an energy, but the fullness of Life and Truth and Love.

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Sunday, May 24, 2009

I have through years of reading, pondering, reflecting and contemplating, the 3 things that last; FAITH . HOPE . LOVE and I would like to made available my sharing from the many thinkers, authors, scholars and theologians whose ideas and thoughts I have borrowed. God be with them always. Amen!

I STILL HAVE MANY THINGS TO SAY TO YOU BUT THEY WOULD BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU NOW. BUT WHEN THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH COMES, HE WILL LEAD YOU TO THE COMPLETE TRUTH, SINCE HE WILL NOT BE SPEAKING AS FROM HIMSELF, BUT WILL SAY ONLY WHAT HE HAS LEARNT; AND HE WILL TELL YOU OF THE THINGS TO COME.

HE WILL GLORIFY ME, SINCE ALL HE TELLS YOU WILL BE TAKEN FROM WHAT IS MINE. EVERYTHING THE FATHER HAS IS MINE; THAT IS WHY I SAID: ALL HE TELLS YOU WILL BE TAKEN FROM WHAT IS MINE. - JOHN 16:12-15 -