Article September 1, 1945 Issue

The Winds of God

OLIVE THOMPSON

Sometimes on a summer day, O when the air has been close and heavy, a sudden breeze springs up, freshening the air and bringing a sense of freedom and invigoration. The oppressiveness of a humid day might be likened to the heaviness which seems to cling to us sometimes when we find ourselves depressed or discouraged.

The heavy weight which has probably been felt at some time by each of us is the weight of materiality with its so-called laws, penalties, vagaries, and uncertainties. Its gravitation is downward, and it burdens all who accept its claims of an existence apart from God as desirable, powerful, or real. It is, however, as evanescent, when consciousness is filled with the radiance of Truth, as mist before the morning sun.

The poet Whittier must have glimpsed something of this truth when he wrote:

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