Consider
Napoleon crossing the Alps--an achievement all men said was
impossible. Impossible! That word is found only in the dictionary of
superstition.
But your faith, young man, you who are about to go into the Pulpit,
does not deal with little things. It is not interested even in the
large affairs of statesmanship, as such. Yet it embraces all matters.
It involves concerns more important than all history.
Limitless eternity is its field. Everlasting life is its subject. The
Ancient of Days is its awful familiar. It has to do with the righteous
conduct of individual men and women here on earth and of their eternal
felicity in the world to come. The Ineffable One whose crucifixion has
made the cross a symbol of all good and the emblem of our highest hope
is its divine and inspiring author.
How noble the attitude of that intellect which is uplifted by a belief
so glorious. No wonder that he who possesses this faith works miracles
in human character more astounding than the dazzling wonders which
science wrings from reluctant matter. No, not he who _possesses_ this
faith, but him whom this _faith_ POSSESSES. The faith is the
reality--you are but the instrument through which that faith works out
the winning of the world.
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