Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.Croly, George
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Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.
Croly, George
Wandering Jew -- Fiction
The marvelous sowing about the Sea of Galilee is reaching its ripening.
The leaven is leavening the whole lump. The mustard-seed reappears in
hundreds and hundreds of millions of seed. Cuba is helped to freedom for
its own sake; the Russian Czar—he at least—in sincerity says: “War should
end.” In business it is ceasing to be a maxim that the benefit of the
one is ever opposed to the benefit of the many. We are learning that the
Golden Rule and the law of self-preservation run parallel. Applied to
commercialism, the Golden Rule is so to make money as to give a benefit
also to him from whom you make it; and that, too, is common sense. The
children of the inner kingdom never crowd: the more, the more room.
In all these things we see just the beginnings of the results of His
coming: all men of one family, God the Father, and Christ the eldest
Brother; the sacredness of truth, of the soul, of all life; the reality
of the inner world.
* * * * *
Man has climbed up in countless ages by the slow processes of evolution
to where he can use the powers of nature through his brain—becoming a
coworker with God in guiding the processes of evolution. Now, being
reborn into the inner kingdom, he starts on a new and infinitely higher
destiny. Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, the things that are laid up
for those thus born.
With a boundless universe within and without, and an infinite God, and
with an eternity to live and work in, many, many things can take place,
and it is God’s good pleasure that they shall never take place to our
hurt. The creature of the kingdom of the spiritual man is injury-proof.
And the command is: “Be ye perfect as your Father is perfect”; ever
approaching Him in countless ages and reaching Him at the end of
eternity, had eternity an end; but since it has no end, in whatever
distant period and however great the distance between us, God is still
the Infinite One and we the finite ones.
Ah, how men err! The Roman Emperor, after his awful massacre of
Christians, set up a column in memory of the extinction of the last
Christian. But the Roman empire is in dust, and now the world is rapidly
becoming wholly Christian; and were that Emperor alive, he, quite likely,
would applaud the result. God’s steppings are from star to star. Who
knoweth His counsel?
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