Or think again of the restless, tireless labours of hundreds of men who
are to-day engaged in searching for the microscopic cause of cancer,
that having found it they might isolate it, and discover an antagonist
which shall work its complete destruction. There is a glorious hope
shining across the cancer waste, and it is nerving the will of research
with unconquerable perseverance. Yes, indeed, men wear a splendid
helmet, even in the ways of common experience, when they wear the helmet
of hope.
And mark their condition when they lose it. Turn to the scriptural
record of the voyage when Paul and his fellow-prisoners were being
escorted by soldiers to take their trial in Rome: A tempestuous storm
arose, and, in the power of a mighty hope to save the boat and
themselves the men called out every ounce of their strength. But now
note this connection in the narrative as I read it to you: "All hope was
taken away." ... "We let her drift." That is it, and it offers a
striking symbol of a common experience. While our hope is burning we
steer; when our hope is gone out we drift. The motive power is gone, and
the hopeless man is like a drifting hull in the midst of a wild and
desolate sea.
Or turn to the pages of Capt. Scott's journal when he and his party are
surmounting colossal tasks in the chivalrous hope of winning for their
country the honourable distinction of first discovery of the South Pole.
The narrative just blazes with hope, and therefore it tingles with
energy and shouts with song! But when Amundsen's flag was seen at the
Pole, and their strong hope was gone, and the disappointed company began
to return--O what heavy feet, and what accumulated burdens, and what
fiercely added laboriousness to an already laborious road! Hope had
gone, and they nobly trudged, and trudged, and trudged, to faint, and
fall, and die! Aye, men and women, hope is a tremendous power. To have
hope is to have always fresh reserves to meet every new expenditure of
the will. To lose hope is like losing the dynamo, the secret of
inspiration, and the once indomitable will droops and faints away. It
just makes an infinite difference whether or not we are wearing the
helmet of hope.
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