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[Christian Work and Evangelist.]

One cannot help believing, if he is a close reader of the gospels and student of the mind of the Master, that Jesus was often greatly perplexed before the mysteries and seeming darknesses of this world. The word "why" was occasionally upon his lips. In Gethsemane and on Calvary it finds direct expression. In other places it is easy to read it between the lines. God's purposes were not always plain to him, neither was he without moments when the way was dark and the clear skies clouded. In these times he immediately fell back upon one resource—the doing of the will of God. By the doing of this will in the momentary darkness he quickly rose again into the clear light of knowledge and understanding. As he himself once lucidly expressed it: "My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to accomplish his work." That is, the sustaining power in the day of perplexity was the doing of his Father's will, and the doing of the will of God led out to the understanding of God. So impressed was Jesus with this truth in his own experience, that he immediately propounded it as a rule of life. Were his disciples in perplexity, did their minds hesitate, was the darkness around them, were the doctrines incomprehensible, Jesus said: "If any man will do his will he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself." Is there any other way of light today? Is not this the universal law of the soul's experience? Is it not true that its best meat in darkness is simply to go on doing the will of God? Is there any straighter path to understanding and faith than the way of obedience? We believe Jesus was right—that the one fundamental rock for the doubting soul to rest on is the doing of the will of God.

[Zion's Herald.]

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