Levels of Living: Essays on Everyday IdealsCope, Henry Frederick
Religion
Levels of Living: Essays on Everyday Ideals
Cope, Henry Frederick
Conduct of life
XV. THE EVERY-DAY HEAVEN
The Beauty of Holiness--The Gladness of
Goodness--The True Paradise
XVI. TRUTH AND LIFE
Religion of a Practical Mind--The Head
and the Heart--New Truths for New Days.
XVII. THE FRUITS OF FAITH
Root and Fruit--The Orthodox Accent--The
Business of Religion.
XVIII. THE FORCE OF FAITH
"The Victory that Overcometh"--Fear
and Faith--Faith for the Future.
XIX. HINDRANCES AND HELPS FROM WITHIN
Worry--A Cure for the Blues--The Gospel of Song.
XX. DOES HE CARE?
The One at the Helm--The Shepherd and
the Sheep--The Father's Care.
I
The Higher Levels
_The Real and the Ideal_
_The Bread of Life_
_Life's Unvarying Values_
_The ideal is the mold in which the real is cast._
_Half of success is in seeing the significance of little things._
_He finds no weal who flees all woe._
_You do not make life sacred by looking sad._
_Sympathy is a key that fits the lock of any heart._
_Soul health will not come by taking religion as a dose._
_Many a cloud that we call sorrow is but the shadow of our own
selfishness._
_To live wholly for possessions is to paralyze the life to the
possibility of permanently possessing anything._
_It takes more than willingness to be nothing to make you amount to
something._
_This is never a wrong world to him who is right with its heart._
THE REAL AND THE IDEAL
It is probable that from the age of sixteen up to thirty Jesus of
Nazareth spent His life in mechanical toil; He made wooden plows, ax
handles, and yokes; He served as a carpenter. Then for three years He
gave Himself to the ministry of ideal things, exclusively to the
service of the spirit.
There is a wonderful satisfaction in making things, in looking over
some concrete piece of work accomplished when the day ends. It is a
satisfaction that belongs to the artisan. Is it not probable that many
said that it was a great pity when Jesus gave up so useful a trade as
His? To them He seemed to be but chasing the rainbow.
But to-day who possesses a single one of the things that young
carpenter made? And did we possess them all what better off would the
world be? Yet, on the other hand, how ill could this world afford to
lose what He gave it by those three years of the service of the ideal.
In our age of things we so easily forget how large is the place of the
ideal and the spiritual. Ever estimating our assets in the concrete,
we fail to recognize that our real wealth lies in thoughts and things
abstract. The permanent possessions of humanity are spiritual. Not
acres nor armies, not banks nor business make a nation, but mighty,
compelling ideals and traditions.
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