Article March 5, 1904 Issue

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with contributions from Samuel H. Howe

Multitudes in our own day, as in all the past, are "seeking rest and finding none" in many of the most agreeable pursuits of life. Disappointments come when the aim is not realized. We need to understand, amid all such disappointments, that an inner spirit that sets us in open and intimate and constant relations with the brightest and best side of the world we live in, is a sure source of repose and peace. There are many things in which we find pleasure that so happily fill the time as to make us forget the passing hours. But this forgetfulness does not bring what we need. The one supreme source of repose and peace to the soul that has entered into the higher sphere is the gift of the spirit of God, that sufficeth its deepest want, proffers a divine companionship, and makes it sensible of its greatness and sure of its immortality. In God is our rest; because in Him do we find the goal of our aspirations and the crown of our hopes. He is our life; He is our portion; He is our exceeding joy. God is our home and our heaven. Apart from the Infinite Life we are in a restless and despairing orphanage; while in oneness and love, and a constant presence of Him in the soul, a true content and a profound gladness shall arise, as the fruits of the earth grow and ripen in the summer's sun. Great peace have they that love God's law. Greater peace have they that dwell in that inner calm of the universe in which God Himself is revealed.

The Universalist Leader.

Our life is more than our words. When Jesus said, "Ye are the salt of the earth; ye are the light of the world," he was probably not thinking of the testimony we should utter, but of the life we should live. That passage follows the Beatitudes. We are salt and light if we are meek and merciful, pure in heart and peacemakers. Our words are finally useful only in so far as they express and interpret our lives, and so give consciousness and clearness to the unconscious impressions men have gained of us. If our words do not formulate what we are, or at least what we long to be, they are a deceit for others and a snare for ourselves. Thunder makes a noise, but lightning is the real force and the cause of the thunder. The lightning of our life must precede the reverberations of our words.

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