The value of life is measured by the power of vision. The savage,
tramping the diamond beneath his feet, and clinging to tooth and claw
of the wild animals he has slain, represents a very narrow, restricted
life, for he possessed a narrow vision. Beholding fruit-bearing trees,
he saw only the crab and wild cherry of bitter taste. Looking across
the open fields, he saw only the wind-tossed, tangled grass whose
matted meshes made slow his travel. Along the wayside he saw only the
daisy, and the thorn-mass of the wild rose bush forming a convenient
place in which to hide while making observations. Because in the crab
he could not see the possibilities of the Northern Spy, and because
in the wild cherry he could not see the luscious Oxheart, his travel
lacked refreshing fruit. Because in the tangled grass he could not see
the gleaming gold of ripened grain, he had no food in time of famine.
Because the weedlike daisy did not suggest the chrysanthemum, and the
wild rose foretell the American Beauty, his pathway was commonplace.
Following the savage came those of wider vision, and soon the fields
assumed the golden vesture of the ripened harvests, the hillsides
became rich with luscious fruit, and life’s pathway was fringed with
beauty.
Each individual makes his own universe, using only, out of the vastness
of God’s provision, such things as he has eyes to see. In the broad,
open, western plains, with far-extending horizon and translucent sky
bedecked with bits of light to lure the seeing soul to heights heroic,
lives one whose universe is no wider than his daily task, and whose
zenith has never ascended above his hat-crown. Careless in observation,
his universe is scarcely larger than the dug-out in which he crawls
at night to sleep. Dwelling in a dark room of the crowded tenement,
bound by the cords of sickness to a sufferer’s bed of pain, lies one
who knows nothing of the majesty of wind-swept fields, or vastness of
the star-lit sky, but whose careful observations have made a zenith
high enough to overarch the throne of God, and a horizon wide enough to
include every need of the human soul.
The richness of life depends largely upon how many of the things of
life which ordinary people call commonplace can be crowded into the
range of vision. The man possessing most of earth is not necessarily
a landowner, but he who, whether rich or poor, learns to observe and
appreciate the things about him. Christ never owned a foot of land.
Standing in the dusty highway, worn and weary by countless deeds of
sacrificial love, he exclaimed: “The foxes have holes, and the birds
of the air have nests; but the Son of man has not where to lay his
head.” He was poverty-stricken, yet, in all the history of the world,
never was one so rich as he. For him every lily held a golden casket
filled with an unmeasured wealth of inspiration. For him the birds
winged their way from heights celestial to sing their songs of divine
forethought. Each color of the sky was a prophet proclaiming the things
of God. Speaking to his disciples, men who would necessarily remain
poor and homeless, he said: “Blessed are the meek [those who are not
looking for thrones of authority and power, but who, in humble state,
learn to see the divine vision], for they own the earth.”
I know such an one. A laborer in the field, he spends his life toiling
for the one he loves, living in a rented cottage, faring on common
food, dressing in coarse-woven garments, and yet possessing untold
wealth. With blistered feet and sweat-washed brow, I have seen him
coming home, smiling with beaming tenderness, as he carefully held in
his calloused hand the frail, pink petals of the first spring beauty he
had found blooming by his way. He never owned anything in particular,
yet there was nothing in the universe that he did not possess and enjoy
with rapturous heart. He knows that the voice of God is heard, not
only in the roar of turbulent cataract, or reverberating peal of the
majestic thunder, but also in the bog and quagmire.
“For in the mud and scum of things,
There’s always something, something sings.”
He possesses a wealth that is indestructible. When one gazes so
intently upon a flower that he beholds it as it really is, he has
blessed the flower with immortality and his soul with an unfading
beauty. The moment he truly beholds it, God transplants it to his soul,
where it can never die, but live and bloom forever and forever.
Christ came to enrich man’s experience by the process of extending his
range of vision, teaching him that what meekness does for magnifying
his conception of the natural world, piety does for the soul’s
conception of the spiritual world. “Blessed are the pure in heart: for
they shall see God,” and afterwards adding, “God is love.” As humility
gives one possession of the earth, purity gives one vision to behold
the divine mystery of love.
One of the secrets of Christ’s triumphant place in history was this
vision of purity that enabled him to see the redeeming goodness in
the hearts of the world’s outcasts. Christ could see love, therefore,
when the pious priests were sitting with folded hands waiting for
something to transpire that was worthy of their attention, he was busy
in city street and country lane seeking to save that which was lost. He
could see love, therefore when the self-righteous churchman, through
prejudice, was blind to his neighbor’s need, he was toiling in the
service of the loving heart. Busy men and women could see nothing in
childhood, while Christ, with purity of heart, could look down upon
these little ones, and, seeing the love that bubbles up in baby hearts
to overflow in kisses, smiles, and laughter, lifted them to that high
throne where value is measured only in terms of love. The pious ones
saw the raving demoniac standing amid the desolations of the tombs, and
felt that he was too far gone to help. Looking deep within this poor
man’s heart, Christ saw his innate love for home, and never stopped
until he had brought him into subjection to his words of power, and
sent him, well and happy, to his home and family.
The zealous religionists saw only evil in the poor woman who, escaping
the rough grasp of her captors, was crouching at the feet of Christ,
fearful and ashamed to look upward. Looking into her heart he saw less
sin than love--love that was deep, and pure, and changeless, as only a
woman’s love can be; therefore, instead of killing her because of sin,
he forgave her because she loved, and then bade her go and live the
life triumphant.
Men accustomed to the scenes of crucifixion were not stirred when
one of the crucified uttered a prayer for pardon. It was a common
occurrence and put down as one of the strange expressions of
loneliness; but to Jesus it was all important. Looking into the heart
of the dying thief, Christ saw a worth-while love for that which was
good and of finer quality, therefore he astonished even those who knew
him best by lifting him out of sin and taking him with him to paradise.
Living triumphantly necessitates one possessing the vision of purity,
without which one cannot see God. Mother holds the preeminent place in
every life, because her true living has kept her vision clear, and she
sees the good that lies deep within the hearts of her children. Her son
may become an outcast in the sight of others. Filled with iniquity,
and helpless in the terrible grasp of passion, he may have lost faith
in himself and says: “There is no hope for me.” The world hears, and
readily agrees, and says that the young man is hopeless. But not the
mother. To mother there is always hope. Her boy must not be thrown
away, for he is of infinite value. She never notices his sin; she sees
only the soul that lies hidden like a jewel beneath the rubbish of his
transgressions. Seeing the love within his soul which others could not
see, because they lacked the necessary love to see, her vision became
the power that not only defies but completely changes public opinion.
Because she loves much, she redeems and saves him, and compels the
community to accept him as one who has wandered away, but has come back
to the Father’s house. Blessed are the pure in heart, for unto them
is given vision to see good in every one, and to behold their Lord in
every event of life.