| The Every Day of Life |
Chapter 1 |
Page 6 |
Luther wrote one day in a dark period of the Reformation, when even the boldest were trembling:
“I recently saw two miracles. You listen to hear of something startling, some great light burning in the heavens, some angelic visitation, some unusual occurrence; but you hear only this: ‘As I was at my window, I saw the stars, the sky, and that vast and glorious firmament in which the Lord has placed them. I could nowhere discover the columns on which the Master has supported this immense vault, and yet the heavens did not fall.’ And here was the other miracle: ‘I beheld clouds hanging above me like a vast sea. I could neither perceive ground on which they were suspended, and yet they did not fall upon me.’”
If we had eyes to see the glory of the Lord in the every-day of divine providence, we should find light and comfort a thousand times where now we walk in darkness with sorrow uncomforted. The glory of the Lord is everywhere. It shines in the lowliest flower, in the commonest grass-blade, in every drop of dew, in every snowflake. It burns in every bush and tree. It lives in every sunbeam, in every passing cloud. It flows around us in the goodness of each bright day, in the shelter and protection of every dark night. Yet how few of us see this glory. We walk amid the divine splendors, and see oftentimes nothing of the brightness.
Says Mrs. Browning:–
“Earth’s crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries.”
Page 6