The mind of Christ places and keeps us on the heights, lifting
our consciousness from the seen to the unseen, and opening
all our little restricted nature to the joyous rhythm of the
universal life. What cowards we are when dominated by the
seen. We dare not affirm anything beyond the reach of the eye,
the sound of the ear, the touch of the finger-tips. But the
beauties we see are only the reflection of the beauties that
are, like Pluto’s artizans in the cave, catching only the
reflected light from the realm above, the music we hear, the
merest jingle of the melodies divine, the things we touch,
the superficial, mechanical, material side of reality. Why
can’t we believe that the unseen things which can be detected
from the heights are those that are worth while, because the
abiding, the eternal? Only on the heights can we dominate bodily
conditions.--ROBERT MACDONALD.
(1381)
=Heights, In the=--See CONFIDENCE.