Now in any improved system of illumination we have a right to expect
that one of its characteristics will be its capability for a general
application. It must not be as great a blaze as one's eyes can bear in
the principal thoroughfares, with thick darkness in the back streets
and lanes. The improved light must become more sun-like, more
catholic, that is, more for everybody, must rise upon just and unjust;
and while it participates in the universality of the sun, it must share
also the steadiness of the stars. Such, too, must be the better life
to which God calls us, not narrowing its sphere from day to day, nor
fitful, like a star of the first magnitude at one moment and of the
ninth a fortnight after, but burning with a steady patient zeal towards
all men that God has made. The light of love will survive the light of
enthusiasm, as Christ outlasts John the Baptist; enthusiasm must be
swallowed up of love.
A lighted lamp is no respecter of persons; it shines in all directions
and upon all people and things, being an imitation, within its measure,
of the sun, concerning whom it is said, "There is nothing hid from the
heat thereof." Is there this property of radiation about the light
that God has given you? Have you learnt and practically entered into
the truth that the supreme love is also the universal love, and that
God is no respecter of persons? "It gives light unto all that are in
the house": every soul truly won for God is marked with this token,
"For the sake of God and a perishing world." But perhaps you will say,
"My light is so small that I cannot be a help or a witness to any; I
have not light enough to show any the right way." Not so: a glow-worm
in the hedge can tell a man which way to walk, if it will only shine.
We may not all of us have the privilege of saying with John Wesley,
"The world is my parish." Our parish may be small, and we may be
lights indoors, shining for only one neglected soul in the house, or
for young ones who have to be trained for the Lord, or for the men on
our own staircase in college, or with whom we walk in afternoons.
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