the days of my life-第135章

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s　to　say　like　the　man　in　the　temple；　“Lord；　I　am　a　miserable　sinner”；　to　seek　for　the　help　we　cannot　give　to　ourselves；　to　crave　that　we　too　may　be　sprinkled　with　the　atoning　Blood。　Why　this　should　be　necessary　I　cannot　say　—　for　who　can　prehend　these　wonders？　—　any　more　than　I　can　understand　the　origin　and　meanings　of　sin；　which　often　enough　seems　to　consist　merely　in　giving　obedience　to　the　imperious　demands　of　that　body　with　which　we　have　been　clothed。　The　gratification　of　these　impulses　generally　bees　sin；　because　Nature　has　no　laws　except　her　own；　and　her　ancient　rule　is　not　that　revealed　by　Christ　in　the　latter　days。
So　it　is　with　almost　everything：　even　true　affection　or　any　other　virtue　exaggerated　can　turn　to　vice。　It　would　seem　as　though　a　man’s　trials　here　were　purposely　made　as　hard　as　may　be；　so　hard　that　at　times　we　may　perhaps　be　forgiven　if　we　wonder　whether　this　world；　at　any　rate　for　some；　is　not　in　truth　one　of　the　chambers　of　the　house　of　hell；　or　at　least　of　that　purgatory　preached　—　so　far　as　I　know　without　warrant　—　as　a　doctrine　of　the　Roman　faith。　By　prayer；　then；　we　can　be　purged　and　helped；　prayer　for　ourselves；　prayer　for　others；　for　the　living；　yes；　and　for　the　dead；　for　who　will　dare　to　say　that　even　the　dead　are　beyond　the　reach　of　benefit　from　our　feeble　crying　in　the　night　to　the　Ruler　of　that　night？　Prayer；　I　repeat；　is　heard；　prayer；　if　it　be　directed　to　lawful　ends；　is　answered　sometimes　when　it　seems　to　be　made　most　in　vain。　If　only　we　had　faith　enough　no　right　thing　would　be　refused　to　us。　Who　knows　the　harvest　that　we　sow　by　means　of　earnest；　faithful　prayer；　and；　though　its　seed　lie　buried　for　a　season；　shall　one　day　reap？　But　most　of　all；　I　think；　should　we　pray　for　knowledge　how　to　pray！
Now　the　road　to　this　goal　of　faith；　which　must　be　found　and　kept　open　by　prayer；　still　remains　full　of　obstacles　and　apt　to　vanish　quite　away；　leaving　the　weary　wanderer　in　a　desert　where　no　water　is。　Light　fails；　dark　grows　the　sky；　again　and　yet　again　cold　winds　of　doubt　freeze　him　to　the　marrow；　sins　overtake　and　conquer　him；　voices　mock　him　from　the　gloom。　They　bid　him　look　back　to　the　warm　world　he　left　upon　his　foolish　quest　to　find　a　star　whither　no　path　leads　that　mortal　can　follow。　They　point　to　the　bones　of　those　who　have　fallen　by　the　way。　They　whisper　that　his　error　lies　in　not　taking　what　he　may　have　while　there　is　still　time；　since　soon　he　must　go　empty　to　the　sleep　which　knows　no　waking。　Poor　fare；　perhaps；　they　say；　yet　better　than　feeding　upon　wind　and　bedewing　the　altar　of　a　heedless　or　non…existent　God　with　repentant　tears　because　of　half…imaginary　sins　begotten　by　a　nature　the　sinner　did　not　shape。
What　traveller　of　the　sort　is　there　who　has　not　been　thrown　back　upon　his　thorny　journey　by　such　thoughts　as　these？　Or　perhaps　some　hideous　and　cruel　loss　has　caused　him　to　doubt　whether；　after　all；　any　Power　does　exist　that　knows　the　name　of　pity　or　can　thrill　with　the　glow　of　love。　Or　the　shock　may　take　other　forms。　He　may　find　that　those　whom　he　thought　to　be　inspired　from　on　high　with　goodness　are　merely　stupid；　that　they　avoid　conspicuous　and　open　error　because　their　slow　natures　are　shut　to　temptations　of　the　larger　sort；　though　they　breed　a　growth　of　petty　mischiefs　not　textually　named　among　the　Ten　mandments　and　therefore；　say　they；　of　no　account。　Or　that　some　friend　whom　he　respects　and　has　leant　on；　perhaps　a　clergyman　of　standing；　after　all　believes　in　little；　and　though　he　practises　its　forms　has　reduced　Christianity　to　the　level　of　high　and　pure　philosophy　enunciated　by　an　unfortunate；　self…denying　young　Jew　of　genius　with　whom　the　established　Church　of　the　period　very　well　knew　how　to　deal。　Or　it　may　be　a　brilliant　but　materialistic　book　that　he　chances　on；　wherein　he　finds　all　the　points　upon　which　he　has　been　accustomed　to　rely　very　cleverly　attacked。　Or　some　great　doctor　may　disturb　him　by　showing　forth　the　origin　of　all　such　aspirations　as　those　of　faith　written　in　the　human　nerves　and　brain。　Or；　to　take　only　one　more　example；　he　may　after　all　find　it　impossible　to　reconcile　the　fact　of　the　existence　of　a　good　and　merciful　God　with　the　state　of　affairs　he　sees　existing　in　this　world。　A　mon　and　effective　trap；　this；　for　generous　and　hasty　minds。
I　think　that　I　have　fallen　over　all　these　stumbling…blocks；　and　others；　in　the　course　of　my　life；　which　has　set　me　wondering　why　they　should　be　so　many。　At　length；　after　long　pondering；　I　have　ansy　own　satisfaction；　though　probably　enough　the　reply　which　suffices　me　will　make　some　readers　smile。　It　is　simple；　five　words　cover　it。　“The　Devil　put　them　there。”
Yes；　I　have　e　back　to　a　belief　in　the　old　scriptural　Satan；　now　so　generally　discarded；　though　be　it　remembered　that　our　Lord　was　perfectly　definite　on　the　point　of　his　existence　—　so　definite；　indeed；　that　it　is　scarcely　logical　to　believe　in　the　one　without　believing　in　the　other。　Fear　not　those　who　kill　the　body　and　then　have　done　all　that　they　can　do；　but　fear　him　who　after　death　has　power　to　cast　into　Gehenna；　He　says；　and　many　like　things　that　cannot　be　misread。
Whoso　considers　the　world　and　the　horrible　things　that　happen　here；　things　to　wring　tears　from　the　eyes；　yes；　and　blood　from　every　honest　heart　that　can　understand；　must　feel　that　for　some　reason　which　is　hidden　from　us　it　exists　under　a　dual　government　—　that　of　the　divine　Power　of　Good；　which　we　know　as　God；　and　that　of　the　infernal　Power　of　Ill；　which　we　call　Evil　and　personify　as　the　Devil　or　Satan。　I　will　take　one　instance　from　a　multitude：　it　will　serve　as　a　type　of　what　I　mean　—　the　presence　amongst　us　of　the　hideous　traffic　in　souls　and　bodies；　worse　by　far　than　that　of　the　man…sellers　of　all　ages；　known　as　the　White　Slave　trade；　which；　I　may　add；　is　another　stumbling…block　to　faith　for　us　who　cannot　see　an　inch　before　out　feet　and　guess　not　the　end　thereof。　It　is　obvious　—　I　say　it　with　all　reverence　—　that　the　Holy　One；　and　Christ　who　is　a　part　of　Him；　would　not　permit　such　an　ineffable　horror　to　exist　if　it　could　be　ended　with　a　blow。　Therefore　reason；　which　after　all　is；　I　presume；　some　guide　and　index　to　the　causes　and　parative　values　of　such　phenomena　as　we　can　apprehend；　teaches　us　that　it　and　all　abominations　of　the　sort　must　have　their　spring　in　the　workings　of　a　rival　Strength　whose　delight　is　in　misery；　the　breath　of　whose　nostrils　is　human　and　perhaps　superhuman　shame　and　ruin；　whose　shield　is　fraud；　whose　wine　is　tears；　whose　armour　is　the　flesh　and　its　fierce　lusts；　and　whose　sword　is　death。
For　a　while　to　this　fiend　are　given　a　throne　upon　the　world　and　dominion　over　the　hearts　of　men；　and　strait；　strait　is　the　gate　whereby　we　can　escape　from　his　defended　kingdom。　He　it　is　who　—　knowing　the　priceless　worth　of　each　human　soul；　that；　if　it　can　win　redemption　from　his　befouling；　murderous　hand；　may；　we　are　told；　grow　to　be　a　judge　of　angels　and　as　great　or　greater　than　are　those　Flames　of　Fire；　the　Ministers　of　God　our　Father　—　busies　himself　by　night　and　day；　from　childhood　to　the　grave；　in　setting　snares　in　the　narrow　path　to　catch　the　feet　of　men　and　drag　them　down　to　doom。
Such　at　least　is　an　article　of　my　creed。　Nor；　now　that　I　have　reached　to　it；　can　I　find　therein　any