The problem of investment provides much of the romance as well as
the tragedy of life. The fascination of expending one’s energies or
possessions in legitimate undertakings holds all men spellbound,
whether it be the peasant investing in seed for the coming harvest,
the newsboy buying his bundle of papers for the evening trade, or
the merchant purchasing wares against the changing styles and fitful
customs. The investment proving good furnishes the joy and romance
of existence. The investment proving bad causes the tragedy that
shatters the brain, breaks the heart, smolders the homefires, and sends
multitudes reeling and cursing into the darkness.
All men are investors. Some of them invest their brain. Finding that
God has honored them with an intellect capable of development, they
have closely applied themselves to study and research, until the
meanest flower enlarges itself into an Eden where each petal vein
becomes a winding pathway leading to fountains of nectar that ever
sport and play amid the golden pillars and tapestry of stamen and
pollen. They study until oak trees become mighty ships, iron fashions
itself into sky-scrapers, forked lightning becomes a servant of the
humblest child, sunbeams become physicians, stars become pilots, and
the sky a playground in which the mind leaps from world to world and
wheeling constellation to wheeling constellation. Very rich indeed are
the dividends coming to him who invests his brain against the world’s
ignorance and mysteries.
All men are investors. Some men invest their bodies. They bend their
back to the burden until the blood vessels stand out upon their temples
like silken nets. They give the strength of their arms to the hammer
and drill until the flinty cliff becomes broad highways beneath their
feet. They toil until mountains become winding corridors leading to
chests of silver; valleys bloom with harvests, and frail cocoons become
silken robes. They toil, earning dividends of daily bread, a happy
home, and the consciousness that the world is better for their toil.
All men are investors. Æsthetic in temperament, some invest a love for
the beautiful. They find rhythm in swaying tree branch, harmony in the
moving of winds, music in chirp of crickets, symphonies in the carol of
birds, poetry in gleaming lights upon the water, visions of glory in
the morning and evening sky. They adorn our cities with temples, fill
our homes with immortal songs, transform white marble into immortal
shapes, and fill our galleries with visions of sunsets that never fade,
trees whose leaves are never driven by the November winds, children
who never grow up, and family circles unbroken by death. Dividends
surpassing belief belong to these true and faithful lovers of the
beautiful.
All men are investors. Some men invest their gift for business. They
concentrate their energies on the art of trade until gigantic ships cut
the ocean waves, steel rails join nations and continents, wire threads
bind home to home, keeping each ear within instant reach of loved one’s
voice, refrigerator cars that bring the fruit of the tropics to the
Christmas table, and means of transportation that finds a world-wide
sale for the handiwork of the humblest toiler. All honor to such men!
Nations do not coin currency for business. Business is the mint whose
products fill the coffers of the nations.
All men are investors. Some invest their heart’s affections upon things
divine. Their ears are closed to evil and they know not concerning
things that blight and blast, scorch and consume the soul. Their eyes
are closed to the suggestive, therefore evil finds no lighted pathway
to their imagination. Their hands are held firmly and will not touch
that which contaminates. Their lives are like unto that of the Lord
Jesus, and therefore they are the children of freedom. Their words drop
like the dew, each crystal drop reflecting the heavens toward which
they journey. Their smiles are like unto sunbeams upon harvest fields,
making the grain sweeter of kernel and more golden of husk. Their
voices melt with tenderness as ripe grapes drip wine. Their opinions
are permeated with charity as ripe fruit is filled with fragrance.
Their coming is like that of a messenger from a friendly king.
Each man is an investor, whether he invests his intellect for
education, his body for physical betterment, his æsthetic nature for
art, his business sagacity for prosperity, his heart for the fellowship
of God, receiving benefits and meeting his honest obligations to the
world. Honesty demands that each individual should be such an investor,
investing himself and all that he possesses, for he who refuses to do
so robs his fellow man. For such hell is a moral necessity. He who
refuses to yield himself to the plan of God must not be disappointed
when he finds himself outside of God’s plan for his happiness and
welfare.
There are no safety deposit vaults for God’s gifts to man. When times
of financial panic come, frightened and panic-smitten men withdraw
their currency from circulation, store it away in a vault, thus
hastening the national disaster. Panics come when men refuse to invest.
In an hour like the present, when moral forces are facing a panic, when
organized forces for evil are using every possible unprincipled means
and method to press righteousness to the wall, no man has any right
whatever to withdraw and hide his talent. Every lover of truth, every
believer in immortality, should give the best he has, every faculty and
talent, the widest possible circulation. Invest, and invest heavily, is
the order from on high. Invest in order to restore confidence to the
people of God. Let them feel encouragement by seeing that the very best
you have is at the disposal of all mankind. Refusing to do so makes one
a miser deserving of nothing save the curse of man. Upon the wholeness
of the investment depends one’s destiny on the Day of Judgment. To the
one who, by investment, has increased his talent, God says: “Well done,
good and faithful servant, enter into joy.” To the one who refuses to
make investment of his life, he says: “Take away that which he hath.”
The Judgment hinges on the problem of investment.
That we make not fatal mistake let us remember that no talent is
properly invested unless done so with a reverent purpose. Talents may
be invested aimlessly and without results. To bring paying dividends
the investment must be backed by a life having a noble purpose. To
illustrate, if you were compelled to sum up your entire life in
one sentence, what would you be able to say of yourself? What one
predominant characteristic do you recognize as being the index of your
life? You reply, “I am a student.” Is that all you can say? You have
invested brains, are an educated man, but is that all?
Unless you have applied your intellect to successfully solving some
problem for those who, denied your blessings, are ignorant and
superstitious, your knowledge is valueless and will be buried with
you. You may be a toiler, but unless you have tugged away and lifted,
with all your might, at the world’s burdens, your strength will go
with you to the grave. If your investment of the æsthetic does not
make the world more beautiful, it is valueless. Are you successful in
business? Is that all that can be said? You may be worth many millions
of dollars, but if your gold has never gleamed in true philanthropy it
will crumble into dust with your body. You may be good, but unless your
goodness expresses itself in sacrificial service, it is worthless.
That which is enduring demands, not the investment of talents
alone, but the investment of the whole life. To give your talents
indifferently marks you, not as an investor, but as a spender, and
anyone can spend money, especially inherited money. To make an
investment demands a whole life centered upon one holy and noble
purpose, for which one spares neither toil nor sacrifice, energy nor
time, until the united efforts become permanent in the world and
forever identify your name with that noble purpose. To invest wisely
is to endow one’s name until it stands out the rich embodiment of
some worthy purpose, as the name “Dante” stands for poetry, the name
“Abraham Lincoln” stands for the emancipation of the slaves, the name
“Garibaldi” stands for liberty, the names of Peabody and Shaftesbury
stand for benevolence, and the names of Wesley and Moody stand for the
redemption of a world.