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brother simply said, “But it isn’t”. As we walked home-
ward those words came recurringly back to me. And the
black clouds rifted in the sky and a gleam of Eternal
Light shone through. I saw more clearly than ever
before a changeless God in a changing world. “He is the
same yesterday, today and forever”. And He can make the
things of time eternal. He has come into this changing world
and made whatever he touches with His Love-—Timeless.
In that warm light I began to realize that Earth’s joys
grow dim that greater joy may take its place. Earth’s
glories pass away that Real Glory may abide. Life’s little
day may swiftly ebb away. But only that a Greater Day may
come under the power of the Changeless One. “For me to
live is Christ, and to die (yes, even to die), is gain.” The
saddness of these words now changes fast to song.
“Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou Who changest not, abide with me.”
When this Changeless Christ abides with man, the touch
of eternity is upon him. He sees beyond the passing glories
of the hour, a glory past all understanding. He sees in all
change and decay a God whose love makes all things work
together for good for those who know His Love. Even
death becomes a blessing under Him.
We spoke of life’s dissatisfaction. Even there is Grace.
For discontent in certain measure is the stir of the divine
in the soul. If a man is not in unrest until he finds his
God, or if he lives content without Him, he has committed
the only unforgivable sin. But most men have that lonesome
feeling at times even among friends. They feel lack in their
lives. That empty lonely feeling is lack of Real Life in all
abundance which comes alone from a life lived with our
Heavenly Father. Most men are homesick even while at home
until they find that God is Home.
We know the world is homesick; It snatches at every
passing pleasure. Men think about themselves alone. They
scramble after power and fame. They build a topsy-turvy
passing glory and call it “Der Vaterland”, when there is
only one Fatherland. They cut each others throats to realize
their aims and all they gain is blood and pain. They build a