The True Light and Other Sermons

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CLOUDS. ISAIAH liii. 2. He bath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him. HOW fitful are the moods of man's experience, as fitful as the clouds which, in our murky atmosphere, darken, or veil, or flit across the heavens over our heads. There is many a...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CLOUDS. ISAIAH liii. 2. He bath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him. HOW fitful are the moods of man's experience, as fitful as the clouds which, in our murky atmosphere, darken, or veil, or flit across the heavens over our heads. There is many a phase of heart experience which we can give no more account of than we can of the rise, and shape, and vanishing of the flimsy clouds of the sky. And all our life long, the atmosphere of our soul is continually beclouded with doubt, or sorrow, or care, or trouble of some sort. We seldom have a clear sky. A sudden thought, a lively fancy, a quick feeling will instantly weave a wreath of misty doubt and mischief, and place it on the head of our soul, and how long it may be before we can divest ourselves again of this gloomy thing The agencies of sin so easily combine with other agencies acting on man, that he cannot calculate on a day, or even an hour, for calm repose and the sunshine of a quiet mind. I The condition of our outer life is also subject to many changes, and the clouds of poverty, pain, sorrow, bereavement, vanity, roll in heavy masses, or fleet away in thin shadows, in perpetual restlessness. This vale of tears is scarcely ever free from clouds. The changes and chances of our mortal life are many and curious. Such has been the condition of mankind from remotest antiquity; probably, had we the proper records and means of search, we should trace the line of man's misery to the sin of Adam, that little cloud no bigger than a man's hand, which, in process of time has spread over the whole world with such baneful influence. Into such a world as this, with its strange conditions; into such a scene as this, with its ever-varying phases of fortune; ...