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During the suffering which accompanied the disappointment at which I
have already hinted, I did not think it inconsistent with the manly
spirit in which I was resolved to endure it, to seek consolation from
such a source as the New Testament—if mayhap consolation for such a
trouble was to be found there. Whereupon, a little to my surprise, I
discovered that I could not read the Epistles at all. For I did not
then care an atom for the theological discussions in which I had been
interested before, and for the sake of which I had read those epistles.
Now that I was in trouble, what to me was that philosophical theology
staring me in the face from out the sacred page? Ah! reader, do not
misunderstand me. All reading of the Book is not reading of the Word.
And many that are first shall be last and the last first. I know NOW
that it was Jesus Christ and not theology that filled the hearts of the
men that wrote those epistles—Jesus Christ, the living, loving God-Man,
whom I found—not in the Epistles, but in the Gospels. The Gospels
contain what the apostles preached—the Epistles what they wrote after
the preaching. And until we understand the Gospel, the good news of
Jesus Christ our brother-king—until we understand Him, until we have
His Spirit, promised so freely to them that ask it—all the Epistles,
the words of men who were full of Him, and wrote out of that fulness,
who loved Him so utterly that by that very love they were lifted into
the air of pure reason and right, and would die for Him, and did die
for Him, without two thoughts about it, in the very simplicity of NO
CHOICE—the Letters, I say, of such men are to us a sealed book. Until
we love the Lord so as to do what He tells us, we have no right to have
an opinion about what one of those men meant; for all they wrote is
about things beyond us. The simplest woman who tries not to judge her
neighbour, or not to be anxious for the morrow, will better know what
is best to know, than the best-read bishop without that one simple
outgoing of his highest nature in the effort to do the will of Him who
thus spoke.
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