Instruction Ends In The Schoolroom,

But If There Has Been On This Earth No Real, Perfect Human Life, No Love That Never Cooled, No Faith That Never Failed, Which May Shine As A Loadstar Across The Darkness Of Our Experience, A Light To Light Amidst All Convictions Of Our Own Meanness And All Suspicions Of Other's Littleness, Why, We May Have A Religion, But We Have Not A Christianity. For If We Lose Him As A Brother, We Cannot Feel Him As A Saviour.

Every Unfulfilled Aspiration Of Humanity In The Past; All Partial Representation Of Perfect Character; All Sacrifices, Nay, Even Those Of Idolatry, Point To The Fulfillment Of What Want, The Answer To Every Longing--the Type Of Perfect Humanity, The Lord Jesus Christ.

Only What Coronation Is In An Earthly Way, Baptism Is In A Heavenly Way; God's Authoritative Declaration In Material Form Of A Spiritual Reality.

Heaven Begun Is The Living Proof That Makes The Heaven To Come Credible. Christ In You Is "the Hope Of Glory." It Is The Eagle Eye Of Faith Which Penetrates The Grave, And Sees Far Into The Tranquil Things Of Death. He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

Only In The Sacredness Of Inward Silence Does The Soul Truly Meet The Secret, Hiding God. The Strength Of Resolve, Which Afterward Shapes Life, And Mixes Itself With Action, Is The Fruit Of Those Sacred, Solitary Moments. There Is A Divine Depth In Silence. We Meet God Alone.