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PETER & PAUL LIMITED</div> + <div>WESTMINSTER HOUSE</div> + <div>GREAT SMITH STREET</div> + <div>S.W.1</div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c1'> +<div class='nf-center c002'> + <div><a id='Page_ii'></a><i>Made and printed in Great Britain at the</i></div> + <div>KYNOCH PRESS</div> + <div>BIRMINGHAM</div> + <div><i>for the</i></div> + <div><i>Society of SS. Peter & Paul</i></div> + <div><i>Limited</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_iii'></a> + <h2 class='c003'>CONTENTS</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c004'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-january'>JANUARY</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_1'>1</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Holy Infancy</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-february'>FEBRUARY</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_6'>6</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of Light in Darkness</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-march'>MARCH</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Passion</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-april'>APRIL</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Resurrection</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-may'>MAY</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_24'>24</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of Mary</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-june'>JUNE</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_29'>29</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Sacred Heart</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-july'>JULY</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_34'>34</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Precious Blood</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-august'>AUGUST</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Most Pure Heart of Mary</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-september'>SEPTEMBER</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_49'>49</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Sorrows of Mary</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-october'>OCTOBER</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_53'>53</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Holy Angels</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-november'>NOVEMBER</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_60'>60</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Holy Souls</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><a href='#chap-december'>DECEMBER</a>, <abbr title='page'>P.</abbr> <a href='#Page_65'>65</a></div> + <div class='line in2'><i>Month of the Incarnation</i></div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_1'></a> + <h2 id='chap-january' class='c003'>January <br> <i>Month of the Holy Infancy</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The year begins—on a January morning, cold and +early. The earth lies frozen under her strewings of +snow. There is no wind, and a great silence broods +over the fields; the faint bleating of a winter lamb +only accentuates the stillness, as it creeps from the +lambing-hut with its tale of life beginning in struggle +and distress. It is the only sound of life in all that +frost-bound stillness, and it is a sound of woe.</p> + +<p class='c006'>No promise shows in all that hard, dark soil. +Surely nothing can live on the frozen grass, or in the +waters of the pond that lie black under their scum of +ice. The sun himself looks feeble as he tries in vain +to disperse the January clouds, and the long beam +that at last goes down into the woods contains +no warmth and only the palest light. The fields +are bound—water-logged ditches, half-frozen soil, +hedges of bare, spindled thorn. The fields are +silent—birdless, windless, lifeless; they have no +voice but the cry of the winter lamb.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>It is a week now since “when all things were in a +quiet silence and that night in the midst of her swift +course” the Eternal Word leaped from the throne of +<a id='Page_2'></a>the heavens to the throne of straw. For a week he +has shared the bed and shelter of the ox. Unable to +do more than feed and cry, he has lain in Mary’s arms +and cried for her breast. Out into the star-pricked +winter darkness creeps the wailing of the speechless +Word. He is the Word—he cannot speak. He is the +Energy that set the worlds in motion—he lies helpless +on his mother’s lap.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But now a new note has come into his cry of hunger +and helplessness—the note of pain. He who is +the End of the Law submits to the means he has +ordained for approaching himself. He who is the +Light of the World enters the thick darkness where +Moses found God. He will make Sinai a foothill to +Calvary.... “Verily I say unto you, I am not +come to destroy but to fulfil”—perhaps to destroy +by fulfilling, as an ancient bottle is burst with new-made +wine. The veil of the temple is rent in twain +at the cry of ‘Consummatum est,’ and in that hour +the Law of Moses stands both destroyed and fulfilled.</p> + +<p class='c006'>So the child in Mary’s arms is really a mighty, +propitiatory child. The Precious Blood did not fall +only on Calvary but at Bethlehem. It was there that +the fountain was first opened for sin and uncleanness, +in the first dark hours of the year. As the +winter sun shall mount at last into the blazing +heavens of July, so he too will pass through shattering +equinoxes of redemption to his ascended summer +calm.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But our New Year’s worship is for him in his +<a id='Page_3'></a>winter helplessness, his smallness, his obedience to +the frosty fierceness of the law. He is the pattern of +our Faith—its helplessness in its first struggle for +life—for what are its two thousand years in his sight +but as yesterday?—its smallness, as it lies in the +stable of humble intellects and impulsive hearts—its +half-conscious obedience to laws which are the +patterns of heavenly things—its blood-shedding in +that obedience.... We are often too confident of +our Faith, just as our enemies are too contemptuous +of it—we and they forget that it is still only a child, +existing chiefly by desire, by feeling, by necessity.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The age of that child made obedient unto the law, +and in the shedding of blood first given his human +name, is not more disproportionate to the age of the +Law than is the age of the Kingdom of Heaven to +the age of the earth. Millions and millions of years +ago life first appeared—a small helpless thing, +scarcely distinguishable from the inorganic mass, +in constant danger of being stamped out by the +mighty forces around it. Throughout long ages it +developed so slowly that its growth would be almost +imperceptible to the watchman of a thousand years ... +and as it grew, it submitted itself to the Law. +Terrific forces bound it, moulded it, complicated it, +regulated it, evolved it. We see the domain of the +Law stretching back from the circumcised Christ, +far beyond the Priestly Code, far beyond the days of +Moses on the Mount, back to the prehistoric ages of +the world, when in some dim secret place of the sea +<a id='Page_4'></a>there was a change, a miraculous birth. In the same +way we see the dominion of Grace stretching forward +from the child of that winter’s day, beyond his +helpless infancy and suffering manhood, beyond his +Cross, beyond his empty grave, beyond the Mount +of his Ascension, on into the far future of the world, +when having grown to manhood and shared his +Cross, it is raised at last to share his throne.</p> + +<p class='c006'>On the Feast of the Circumcision the old and the +new kingdoms meet—the kingdom of Nature and +the kingdom of Supernature, the kingdom of the +Law and the kingdom of Grace. We do not understand +why the greater submits to the less, why Grace +is content to suffer under the Law, why the New +King weeps and the Old King carries the sword.</p> + +<p class='c006'>“I am not come to destroy but to fulfil.” ... +Not only the Law of Moses, but the whole Old +Testament of the world’s history—that which we +call, understanding but in part, the Law of Nature. +The supernatural life does not come to destroy the +natural, but to fulfil it, not to supplant but to complete +it. Grace fulfils the Law, and Spirit raises +Matter to the right hand of God. On the Feast of +the Circumcision the sacramental wonder has begun.</p> + +<p class='c006'>So we watch the New Life lying on the Winter’s +lap, submitting itself humbly and sweetly to nature +and mankind, surrounded by dangers that threaten +it—the shouts of Herod’s soldiers are not far off—suffering +the pains and indignities that accompany +its surrender to our limitations, baptising itself into +<a id='Page_5'></a>our humanity with blood. Mary and Joseph—the +loving and the wise among us—know that it will +live best in the warm air of simplicity, homeliness +and familiarity, of childhood and the hearth. It +must be sheltered from the windy blasts of dispute, +and wrapped from the frosts of prohibitions; it must +not be brought into the cold halls of pomposity, nor +starved by cutting off from the six days of common +things.... Mary and Joseph must be careful +guardians of the New Life if it is to grow through +the slow ages of the world’s future—as life grew +humble and close to the ground through the ages of +her past—till it is old enough to claim its manhood—till +it attains at last to the full stature of the Cross.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_6'></a> + <h2 id='chap-february' class='c003'>February <br> <i>Month of Light in Darkness</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>It is still very calm—but the frost is over. The +hardness is gone from the air, and the cold, and that +chill sense of binding. Instead, there is a feeling of +moisture, which is also a feeling of growth—of the +first growth. Already that growth has become apparent +in the delicate catkins that hang from the +hedges, in the frail budding of the trees. As yet +there is no green, only a brown stickiness—no unfurling, +only a close-packed promise. But life and +growth are there, in the hedges, in the woods, and +in the moist, rain-drenched earth, whose scents are +carried up the lane by the breeze which has the first +spring warmth in it. A slow light spreads over the +fields at evening—yellow, rainy, reflected in the +ponds and in the watery ruts. It is a faint light, a +watery light, but it shines where a month ago was +darkness.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>Once, long ages ago, there was only twilight in +the world—not a twilight of the sun, though those +were days of ice and snow and a strange desolation, +but a twilight in the soul and mind of man, dimness +and faintness and pale struggle in the spirit and mind +<a id='Page_7'></a>and intellect—a world in which the earliest man saw +men only as trees walking.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The last great ice age was approaching, and where +once the forest had grown thickly, the trees were +becoming scant. The forest-belt receded before the +advancing world of ice, which came out of those +parts which are now Scandinavia, and its place was +taken gradually by barren tundras or steppes. In the +forest had dwelt a strange race, common stock of +ourselves and the apes. These beings had lived in +the trees, an arboreal life, far above the ground, +more or less secure from the terrible beasts that +stalked those parts of the world. When in a slow +process of many hundreds of years the tree-belt +receded, a large proportion of the tree-dwelling race +went with it into the south, maintaining by migration +the ease and safety of their old conditions. +These migrants were the ancestors of the African +monkey, born in the freedom and comparative +security of the jungle, faithful to the old conditions +and the old environment, to which they became +more and more perfectly adapted in succeeding +generations.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But what of those who remained behind? From +tree-dwellers they had become earth-dwellers. They +must painfully adapt themselves to an entirely new +environment, and learn new ways of feeding, moving, +living, at bitter cost to the individual and to the +race. They were no longer safe from marauding +beasts, the giant mammoths and buffaloes and elks +<a id='Page_8'></a>that preyed over the steppes. It would seem as if +they had made an evil choice, and would have been +wiser had they done as others of their race and clung +to their old conditions, following the tree-belt +southward. Nothing but destruction could come of +this defiance of their environment, this painful +adoption of new ways. Those who remained after +the trees were gone must surely perish.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But this first race of men (that yet were not quite +men) had not acted entirely without light. Descending +from the trees to the ground, their hands and +arms, used hitherto for climbing, were now set free +for enterprise. At last man stood upright. The ages +went by, and his hands, no longer needed for mere +balance and locomotion, learned skill. He picked up +objects, used them, shaped them, and with using the +power and scope of using grew. At the same time, +the dangers with which he was beset sharpened his +brain into resource and constructive planning. His +reason came to have a definite survival value in the +scheme of things. At first it had been by strength +alone that living things survived. Those were the +days when the ichthyosaurus and the giant iguanodon +roamed the earth. Then the survival factor +changed, and the battle was to the swift—instead of +the ichthyosaurus and the iguanodon flourished the +reindeer and the hare. But now at last mind became +dominant, and mankind triumphed by virtue of his +better brain development, both over the swift and +over the strong. His brain taught him stratagem to +<a id='Page_9'></a>atone for his lack of swiftness, it gave him skill to +make weapons so that his weakness was a match for +the strength of his enemies.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But it taught him more than this. The light was +growing, and one day a man drew a rough picture of +a buffalo on the roof of the cave where he lived. He +did not draw it in the spirit of imitation but in the +spirit of power. By placing the image of the creature +there in his cave he felt himself to have won power +over it. Mere magic-making, no doubt ... nevertheless +by such an act man definitely asserted the +power of mind over matter, of the unseen over the +seen. The first upward step was taken. The Præparatio +Evangelica had begun.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The long process had started which was to end in +the “ethical monotheism” of Judea. From mere +magic-making man passes on to the idea of propitiation. +He adopts a personal relation towards the +Unseen. Propitiation leads him to the idea of beneficence—his +gifts are accepted, calamities and dangers +are averted, therefore the Unseen, though cruel, +powerful, and capricious must also know moments +of loving-kindness. In time his gods are half good +and half bad, but it is remarkable that continual contact +with the Unseen through the ages both before +and after history, slowly deepens man’s sense of its +fundamental goodness. At last even his idea of +goodness itself changes and acquires an ethical significance. +Isaiah and Jeremiah lift up their voices—Wisdom +and the Son of Sirach speak—and the +<a id='Page_10'></a>spiritual environment is ready for the coming of the +New Life, of the Virgin Mary, as in the ages of the +ages ago the physical environment was ready for the +birth of life in the virgin sea.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It was the suffering and struggle of man which +made him first look upwards, and in the whole history +of the world it would seem as if no step, either +material or spiritual, was ever taken without pain. +“Without shedding of blood is no remission of sin.” +Perfect adaptation to environment—or, quite plainly, +happiness—means the end of progress. If man is to +go forward, he must be in a state of warfare and dissatisfaction +with his environment—in other words, +he must suffer. It would seem as if suffering were +an indispensable condition of advance. The corn of +wheat that falls into the ground cannot bear fruit +except it die, and when that process takes place in +consciousness, then it is suffering, no matter what +its fruit.</p> + +<p class='c006'>You may speculate whether suffering would or +would not have been a condition of progress if there +had been no Fall. The first impulse is to answer unhesitatingly +that it would not—suffering has a place +only in a world whose processes are warped by evil, +it can have no place in the scheme of an all-loving +and all-powerful God. But, after a little reflection, +you realise that, though suffering as we know it +could certainly have had no place in a sinless world, +nevertheless some process of which our suffering is +a perverted image may have been a condition of +<a id='Page_11'></a>advance. The free creature gladly doing battle with +its environment in order to fulfil with a pure and +loving will the intelligible purposes of God is of a +different order from the creature bound by sin, who +endures ignorantly and unwillingly its conditions of +progress, which indeed has the power to abuse +them into conditions of failure, so that pain no +longer brings its certain redemption. Directly +suffering becomes voluntary and intelligent it is no +longer suffering at all. The misery lies in the clouded +mind and will, and it is for this clouding that sin is +responsible. No one of us has ever suffered entirely +of clear purpose or free will, so it is impossible for +us to know the place of suffering in the Purpose of +God.</p> + +<p class='c006'>But to the stumbling pain of our first ancestors we +owe the fact that we stand upright upon our feet, to +the first glimmerings of logos-light that bade them +stay and fight a new environment rather than follow +their old one into happiness we owe, humanly +speaking, the fact that we are men. The light shined +in darkness, and the darkness overpowered it not. +The pale February dusk is a-flower with the +promise of Spring.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_12'></a> + <h2 id='chap-march' class='c003'>March <br> <i>Month of the Passion</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The softness has gone from the air, which no +longer smells of earth. Indeed some of the sharpness +of January is back again; but it is back no more as a +binding force—rather as a breath, a movement, a +release. The gale sweeps the sky along with it over +the fields—the clouds race their shadows over the +young grass, and over the last barrenness of the +winter ploughings. The spring ploughs are now at +work, tearing up the earth’s back, and already the +first flowers are a-bloom, while the willow-catkins +in the hedge have reached a yellow ripeness. They +are like splashes of sunshine in the hedge, beside the +white moony patches of the first wild cherry. In +spite of the Lenten austerity and cold of the earth +and air, there is throughout the country-side a sense +of released warmth; the flying, tattered blue of the +sky has lost its winter paleness, the sunshine already +has a spring heat in it, the shadows have in them a +depth of passional violet—they are no longer cold +and grey and dead, but living, like the sun.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>This is the month of the Spring Equinox, when +great things happen in the heavens, when in the +ancient world worshippers were conscious of some +<a id='Page_13'></a>terrific event in the lives of the gods. It was the +month when the sun’s brightness triumphed over +the winter, when the curse of the sterile earth was +removed, and life and birth and joy and fruitfulness +came back into the fields. The old astrologer-astronomers +read the doings of more than the material +heavens in the slow Procession of the Equinoxes. +When Taurus was the dominant sign, then it was +the bull-headed God who triumphed over his +enemies—Marduk, the bull of heaven, vanquished +Tiamtu, the dragon of the great deep, and in Assyria +winged bulls were among the gods, with mild +human faces. Then, when after five hundred years +the sign changed, and Aries was ruler of the Spring +Equinox, came the reign of the ram-headed gods, of +Jupiter Ammon and the gods of Egypt. The Spring +saviour became a ram—a lamb ... “the sign of +the Son of Man shall be in the heavens.”...</p> + +<p class='c006'>But in none of these early conceptions of a triumphant +god overthrowing the powers of darkness +was the victory won without blood. Tammuz, Adonis, +Baldur, Osiris, Orpheus—all were slain—all bowed +whether finally or temporarily, to the powers of the +underworld and of darkness. Till at last pagan +religion reached its height, its final climax in preparation +for the Gospel—in the idea of the victim +whose death brought life into the world.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It was not only in Judea that the conception of +the Suffering Servant prepared men’s minds for the +coming of Christ. Long before the time of Christ +<a id='Page_14'></a>men had begun to rationalise the processes of suffering. +They no longer fought the cruelties of their +environment—the evil and pain of life—as beasts or +as children. Both will and understanding were +striving to take their share in the conflict. Philosophers +built up systems on the idea of pain; and +the popular religions dealt with it symbolically in +their sacrificial rites; the mystery religions made it +the centre of their arcana.</p> + +<p class='c006'>All looked forward, however dimly, to a deliverance +from suffering. The stoics sought to overcome +it through enduring it, the epicureans through ignoring +it; the popular religions fell back on the idea +of propitiation—on the conciliation of an anthropomorphic +god who might be appeased into sparing; +the mystery religions saw as in a glass darkly the +God himself becoming the deliverer from the evils +of the human process in which he too had a share.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Then the New Birth took place, and suffering was +redeemed together with all other human processes. +The Incarnation means the taking up into the god-head +of the complete manhood, a manhood of which +suffering is an inevitable condition. By taking our +flesh, Christ redeemed the entire process of the +world, which sin had made blind and futile. He +gave the world’s sorrows a place in the kingdom of +heaven—grief, pain, struggle and death were given +their place in the eternal mind of God. The fumbling +processes of nature became supernatural—they +were born again.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_15'></a>Natural suffering, whether in man or beast, may be +compared to the sacrifices of the old dispensation—“which +could never make the comers thereunto +perfect.” The Law stands for nature unredeemed as +Grace stands for nature redeemed and becomes the +Kingdom of God. Instead of the old sacrifices in +which the unwilling and unknowing victim was +offered by forces outside itself, to which at best it +could only submit in the spirit of fear and meekness, +came the new sacrifice of the Victim who is also the +Priest, who of free will, full knowledge and true +love offers up himself, a Priest for ever after the +order of Melchizedek.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The only deliverance from suffering is through +sacrifice—through offering. Once a man accepts +pain no longer in the spirit of rebellion or of blind +endurance, or even of mere negative resignation, +but in the spirit of co-operation, he is free. He becomes +as it were the collaborator of God in the +processes of the world—his will and understanding +are restored to their pre-Adamic integrity.</p> + +<p class='c006'>One of the graces of Calvary is this grace of offering. +As perfect man, Christ offered all human suffering +to God, with a perfect will and a perfect understanding, +so that now by virtue of the Cross, mankind +too becomes priest as well as victim. He too +can offer what he endures—whether the endurance +be sought, as in the case of the saints and ascetics, or +merely suffered in the inevitable common way of +life. On Calvary, suffering was redeemed from the +<a id='Page_16'></a>bondage of the law, of nature and the old Covenant, +and was made a part of the supernatural order, a +thing of grace. It is the old symbolical antithesis +between the Esau and Jacob, Sinai and Jerusalem, +Adam and Christ—the Evangelical message of the +changed heart—the mystical doctrine of the New +Birth. Suffering has its place in the New Covenant +in the Kingdom of God, and as it was before a law +of natural development, becomes now a law of +spiritual growth. The unwilling victim of blind and +cruel processes is now the priest of an all-wise, all-loving +God, offering pain and grief in union with +Calvary in one tremendous sacrifice—till at last +sorrow becomes the world’s eucharist, its sacrifice +of praise and thanksgiving.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_17'></a> + <h2 id='chap-april' class='c003'>April <br> <i>Month of the Resurrection</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The flowers are closed in the moonlight of the +April garden, but their perfumes fill the night—hyacinths, +tulips, and ghostly white and yellow lilies +scent the air with a dim, delicious fragrance. They +sleep in the fullness of Spring, and the April moon, +round and white, displays the masses of their colours +in her dazzling beam.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Faint scents of earth come from the field, of the +earth harrowed and her hidden secrets revealed. The +scent of moss and soil mingles with the scent of the +flowers in the garden. The moon rides high, then +dips towards the west—she founders in the west +like a great ship; the moon founders, and as she +sinks, the sun arises on the opposite shore of the +sky, and a long golden beam slants into the garden. +The flowers wake and open their petals to the sun—the +scents of the harrowed earth are lost in the +sweetness of the opening flowers.</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b c008'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“The night is come—O night verily blessed!”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'>The blessed night is an April night, the night of +a full moon. Already the scents of Spring are stirring +in the fields—fair scents, fugitive scents, scents of +<a id='Page_18'></a>budding and growth. Yet to the watcher of the +Passion, Spring has not yet fully come. The earth +is like a stage set, but with the curtains down. All is +in readiness, but the drama has not yet begun. The +watcher of the Passion feels that Spring will not +have begun till he sings among the perfumes of +incense and lilies:—</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b c008'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Lo, the fair beauty of earth, from the death of winter arising,</div> + <div class='line'>Every good gift of the year now with its Master returns.”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'>But already at those lines he will be looking back—back +on a beginning he did not see. The breaking +of Easter day was hidden from all but the moon, as +none but the moon saw the Son of Man rise from +the dead. So on this most blessed night there is no +watching but the watching of the moon. The faithful +have kept a sorrowful watch in Gethsemane, as +a few months ago they kept a joyful watch at Bethlehem, +but this night is too blessed, too solemn for +human vigil. All we can do is to salute it as it drops +over the earth, to greet it as we should greet a joyful +daybreak—</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b c008'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“The night is come—O night verily blessed!”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'>Then we disperse and leave that night to its own +mysteries.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The moon is high in the sky, her flooding whiteness +of light has wiped out nearly all the stars. On +the earth she calls colours into being, strange, +ghostly colours. She sails across the heavens like a +<a id='Page_19'></a>ship, and to-night she seems to bear with her the +wonder of all past lore: she is the ship of the dead to +which the Egyptians looked up, she is the goddess +who wooed Endymion, she is the Mystery of +Mysteries in some far-off Hindu temple. Ship, +queen and goddess, mystery of mysteries, she is by +virtue of that night when she rode the Paschal +heavens and saw what was hidden from all human +eyes.</p> + +<p class='c006'>That night was nearing its close, and already the +scents of morning were in the air. The flowers and +the shrubs in the garden of Joseph of Arimathea +breathed into the spring moonlight perfumes like +the Song of Solomon. In the clear light of the +Paschal moon, that great moon of the feast, their +colours were flung into the flooding whiteness, the +crimson of the lilies, the flame of the flowering +thorn. The garden breathed the breath of spring +and the breath of morning, as the moon dipped +slowly towards the rim of the earth. She was like +the great white lamp of fire that Enoch saw burning +in the kingdom of the Son of Man. Already with +her whiteness another whiteness was mingling, the +whiteness of dawn spreading over the vault of the +sky. She lay upon the rim of the earth and her +beams flowed straight as a river through the trees +of Joseph of Arimathea’s garden. Then the Wonder +happened. In the whiteness of her beams stood a +Man—very still in Joseph of Arimathea’s garden. +He seemed part of the peace and tranquility of the +<a id='Page_20'></a>night, and yet in his stillness flowed the festival +flood of Spring—budding, joy, warmth, light and +life.</p> + +<p class='c006'>For a moment the moon’s rays held him, then a +strange kindling flush crept into them, as they +mingled with other rays—they warmed, they reddened ... +and the sun came over the edge of the +world and looked into the face of the moon. Between +them stood the Risen Lord of both—and +across the world the sun and moon gave each other +the first Easter Salutation—</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b c008'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“The Peace of the Lord be always with you!”</div> + <div class='line'>“And with thy spirit!”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c009'>So even to this time that night is watched by the +moon, and we, like the disciples, do not see the Son +of Man arise, but know him afterwards in the breaking +of bread. In the liturgy of the Mass itself, we do +not see the fraction of the Host into the chalice +which shows his rising, though our attention is +ceremonially called to the solemn moment when the +Altar becomes both Bethlehem and Calvary. We +know when he takes upon himself the veils of our +humiliation, we know when his sacrifice stands lifted +to the Father, but of the moment when the Altar is +Joseph of Arimathea’s garden, when the broken +body and the poured out blood attain the re-union +which is their resurrection, we know nothing till we +hear the Easter greeting—“The peace of the Lord +be always with you.” It is the priest alone who looks +over the Altar as on that first night the moon alone +<a id='Page_21'></a>looked over the Altar of the world and saw the Sun +of Righteousness arise.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>“A festival of the returning Spring”—“the god +dies to symbolise the apparent death of Nature in +Winter, then rises again at the Spring Equinox.” +“Tammuz—Gilgamesh—Orpheus—Osiris—Jesus.” +Thus the student of comparative religion +flings the solemnities of our redemption into the +same heap as the nature cults of heathendom. We +are inclined to resent this treatment, to deny its +justice—but can we? Do we really need to? Why +should we be ashamed that in some far back time +our father Hammurabi, or our father Tutankhamen, +as well as our father Abraham, rejoiced to see our +day, and he saw it and was glad?</p> + +<p class='c006'>The devout pagan, whether of the valley of the +Euphrates or of the Nile, was wiser than many a +learned man to-day who sees in the story of the +suffering and triumphant God no more than the +story of the withering and flowering field. Those +pious heathen of old looked out on the rice fields +drowned in the winter floods, they saw the floods +recede and a cleansed and refertilised earth emerge +from the waters, but their eyes were not so dim as +to see only an earthly tragedy and its overthrow—they +saw their god suffering in the drowned field, +victorious in its resurrection. They could not see +the woes of earth apart from the woes of heaven, +<a id='Page_22'></a>and as their allegory of food and drink purged itself +through the ages into an allegory of sin and redemption, +so that under countless rites countless redeemers +pointed to the Redeemer of all, that great shape of +human thought was made which should be the +chalice waiting to receive the wine of divine +revelation.</p> + +<p class='c006'>For the great truths of our faith were born in the +same manner as all the other wonderful births of +earth, all those miraculous virgin births which find +their historical ground in the Incarnation ... “by +the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary”—earth prepared +by the Divine Spirit to receive the New Life +of heaven. As Christ redeemed human nature, so +Christianity redeemed human thought. As for untold +thousands of years the physical processes of the +earth were preparing him a body for his love, so for +thousands of years the mental processes of the human +race were preparing him a body for his truth. +We have grown accustomed to the idea that Christianity +baptised into itself the best of Judaism, but +we have yet to accept the undoubted fact that it also +baptised into itself the best of paganism. We are +like the pious Christianised Jew of the first century +who could not understand that the Gospel was also +for the Greek. We talk as in reproach of the “Muddy +waters of Mithras,” not thinking that by virtue of +Cana even these waters can be made wine.... +When St. John saw the heavenly Jerusalem he said +that “all the kings of the earth shall bring their +<a id='Page_23'></a>glory into it,” and among those kings ride Mithras, +Tammuz, Osiris, Orpheus, Dionysius ... riding +to Joseph of Arimathea’s garden, to lay their glory +at the Empty Tomb.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_24'></a> + <h2 id='chap-may' class='c003'>May <br> <i>Month of Mary</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>At last the Spring has moved further than beauty. +She has about her some of the richness of Summer. +The earth has lost the faintly wistful air that she wore +in March and April, the air of expectancy, as of one +waiting the fulfilment of a promise. That promise is +already realised—in the rich leaves that have clothed +the trees, removing that earlier suggestion of austerity +in their outline—in the first springing corn—in +the first hard, small apples that appear in the orchards +while the fallen blossom is still on the ground—in +the shagginess of the hedges and the warm heaviness +of the air, where scents are no longer fugitive, but +lie thick and drowsy. The air too is full of wings—the +wings of birds and insects, alert with their spring +business; it is full of sounds as well as of movements +and of scents—hummings and dronings and buzzings +and trillings, the utterance of innumerable small +voices. The air teems, the earth teems, though as +yet Summer has not come, and over the hedges and +fields lies the virginal white of the hawthorn and +daisies. Mingled with the richness of Summer is still +the white beauty of Spring, the expectancy of Spring, +the freshness and coolness of Spring.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_25'></a>For many years the religions of the world had +dreamed of a woman born of the foam of the sea. +To the Greeks, Aphrodite had walked delicately +over the waves, to the Hindu, Maya was born of the +churning of the ocean. The dream was one of +beauty and illusion—of beauty which in the throes +of man’s imagination became lust and illusion which +became peril. The religions of the world dreamed +too of a woman who symbolised the teeming earth, +the earth which brings forth her children, rejoices in +them, loses them, seeks them and finds them again. +Proserpine, Ceres, Isis, all stand as images of the +fruitful earth in her joys and distresses. It has been +made a reproach of Christianity that she has collected +and preserved these dreams in the figure of Mary, +Virgin and Mother. Mary, we are told has incorporated +in her story the legends of Aphrodite, Maya, +Ceres and Isis. Her very name is the name of the +bitter, salt-tasting sea—her sorrows for her son untimely +slain are the sorrows of Ceres who sought her +daughter at the throne of Pluto, and of Isis who +sought her son in the floods of the Underworld. +They are all, first, in a dim legend, the sea whence +life mysteriously came, and then in later myth the +earth-mother living through the adventure of seed-time +and harvest, Spring, Summer and Winter. Mary +is the inheritor of them all, both earth and sea—the +toiling mother of the year, and the far-off, virgin +source of life.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_26'></a>Christianity would not be what it professes, the +religion of the world and perfect harvest of the +Golden Bough, if it did not fulfil the religious +dreams of mankind, the myths, legends and allegories +of a world growing slowly lighter. Since our Lord +is the embodiment of the world’s dreams of a triumphant +sun-god, slain, buried, and mightily risen, +so our Lady is the embodiment of the world’s +dreams of a woman wonderful in her child-bearing +and herself wonderfully born. The two strains of +sea-daughter and earth-mother meet in her. Her +beauty is the beauty of Aphrodite before men’s +hearts corrupted it, of the virginal, white sea-foam—her +fertility is the fertility of Proserpine, lady of +the harvest, her sorrows are the sorrows of Ceres, +that far-off Mater Dolorosa who suffered in her +child.</p> + +<p class='c006'>She is the meeting-place of Spring and Summer, +both Virgin and Mother. She stands before us as +the Maiden, sweet, youthful and lovely—all the +purity of the world is in her mouth and in her eyes. +Yet her virginity is not sterile—she is not only virgin +but mother. She is the palace of life—on her +arm is throned the New Life come in the eternal +child.</p> + +<p class='c006'>As Virgin and Mother, Mary fulfils the world’s +dreams of womanhood—dreams more tarnished and +groping than any, perhaps, since the world was +astray in strange paths of thought as it sought to +realise a perfect woman. For the world had conceived +<a id='Page_27'></a>its ideal of a perfect woman as a paradox—the +paradox of virginity and motherhood. Some +such ideal would seem to lie, perversely, at the +bottom of sensual and terrible cults, corrupted almost +past recognition in their development, but +none the less traceable in their origins. In other cases +the two strands of the paradox are divided, and we +have the age-long and universal reverence for virginity +surviving and flourishing in the midst of cults +based on the worship of fertility and the processes of +generation.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Mary is both Virgin and Mother. Therefore she +is perfect and complete. Virginity alone lacks something—Motherhood +alone has lost something. In +Mary alone there is neither loss nor lack, so she is +able to stand at the meeting-place of two worlds. +Behind her lies the old Covenant that made her—the +age-long processes of nature, the agonies of the +earth-mother, the gropings and dreams of the mind +of man, and finally, as the stream narrows, the austere +ways of Israel—the “ethical Monotheism” which +was to mould her conduct and belief so as to fit her +for the guidance of the Holy and True—the endless +complication, the sanctified hygiene of the Mosaic +law, preparing a noble body for her who was to give +a body to her Maker. Is it fanciful to believe that +the Mosaic law—all that long elaboration of washings +and cleansings and self-denials, of regulated +food and regulated marriage—had no other object +<a id='Page_28'></a>than to prepare a fit physical vehicle for Incarnate +God? ... “a body hast thou prepared me.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>Before her lies the new covenant of grace—the +assumption of nature into supernature, the taking +up of the manhood into God. The old testament +has done its work, but it can do no more—there +must be a change, a new process must be set working +in the world—and once more there is a miraculous +birth—of Mary—Mare. There she stands, at the meeting-place +of the worlds, both virgin and mother—purity +without sterility, experience without corruption. +Herself both Spring and Summer she is +the heart and essence of Eternal May.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_29'></a> + <h2 id='chap-june' class='c003'>June <br> <i>Month of the Sacred Heart</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The trees are all covered now—they are thick with +their summer leafage. The outline of the hedge is +blurred, and the hedge trees no longer stand out +spindled against the sky, but have become rich +shapes of green. The meadow trees cast wide +shadows, in which the cattle sleep, and the waters of +the stream are dark with the reflected grey-green of +the willows. But the thickest shades are in the +woods. The interlacing boughs of the oaks, the +denseness of the undergrowth of chestnut and hazel, +have woven a tent above a hidden place of secrets +and shadows. The woods have a secret heart—dense, +green and living; the sunlight filters only in +stray drops down into the spurge, while the moss +round the trunks of the trees is still damp, though +outside in the meadow the sun has long ago drunk +up the dew. There is a refuge in the secret places, +in the secret heart, of the woods—away from the +dust that whirls in the baking lane and has parched +the hedgerow, from the sun that glares down on the +grass and up from the ponds, from the activity of the +fields where the haymakers are at their work. The +<a id='Page_30'></a>woods know neither dust nor heat nor toil, and keep +their secret places cool and green.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>“He came, a man, to a deep heart, even to a +secret heart, hiding his Godhead from human view....” +So St. Augustine the Bishop quotes the +Vulgate in the Lesson from his works which is read +at the Office of Tenebrae for Holy Saturday. “He +came”—God came, even the eternal Word and Son—“a +man”—in our complete human nature, in our +flesh—“to a deep heart”—even to the participation +of our human emotions, our joys, our sorrows, our +fears, our indignations, which have their symbol in +the human heart.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It is possible that many people who call themselves +orthodox have little conception of our Lord’s +humanity beyond the flesh. They believe indeed that +he lived, suffered and died in a human body, but +limit their conception of a body to flesh, bone and +muscle. They ignore the fact that all psychological +processes are also bodily, and imagine, somehow, +that our Lord’s psychological processes appertained +purely to his Godhead and were distinct in some +mysterious fashion from the human nature he assumed. +Thus we have our modern Docetists, who +reduce the Incarnation to an appearance only, since +the body is no more than an appearance, without the +human mind which moves it. Our Lord assumed +the entire man—the inward man of the emotions as +well as the outward man of the flesh.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_31'></a>The Eternal, we are told in the theological definition, +has attributes but no passions. It is not true to +speak of the Most High God as feeling anger or +grief or pleasure. Nevertheless by virtue of his condescension +we can speak so of the Incarnate Son. +For the Christ who humbled himself to our flesh +humbled himself also to our emotions. Therefore +we are told of him that “he was wroth,” that “he +was moved to compassion,” that “he rejoiced in +spirit,” that “he was in agony.” All these emotional +conditions were a limiting of the Divine Nature, +just as was the assuming of the mechanism of the +human body. They were part of the lowliness to +which the Son of God stooped when he made himself +of no reputation.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Here we have one of the great contrasts between +good and evil. God limits himself in his creation. +He limits himself by the laws of the visible universe, +just as the Word was limited by the human nature +he assumed. God is continually bowing and humbling +himself towards us. The Evil One, on the +other hand, exalts himself by means of the material +Universe. He has no power except it be given him. +We can picture him as keeping himself in power and +life through the created universe—drawing his life +and strength and activity from that which draws its +life and strength and activity from God.... Evil +moves and grows in the emotional heart of man, +entering by means of his primitive inheritance—the +instincts on which his character is built, and which +<a id='Page_32'></a>have become channels of evil instead of good owing +to the first bad consent of his will. It flows into and +corrupts the emotions into which these instincts +grow, so that it can be said of the heart of man that +it is “desperately wicked.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>But the New Life offers redemption to the human +heart—offers us a New Heart with the rest of the +New Creation, offers us, in fact, his own Heart as a +substitute for ours. “I will take the heart of stone out +of your flesh, and I will give you a heart of flesh”—even +his own Sacred Heart, the human nature of will +and emotion which he took of Mary. By that tender +stooping of the Infinite to our human joys and sorrows, +all our psychological processes are redeemed—poor +distressed Psyche too enters the kingdom of +God.</p> + +<p class='c006'>“He came a man to a deep heart, even to a human +heart, hiding his Godhead from human view.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>But April and Easter have already told us that he +did not merely stoop to our humanity—he stooped +to raise it. He became one with us “not by the conversion +of the Manhood into flesh, but by the taking +of the manhood into God.” When he ascended into +the heavens, into all the gold and glory of the eternal +summer sun, he ascended in our human nature, in +our complete nature of emotion and will as well as +in out flesh. Our human nature lives in the heaven +of heavens, perfect, redeemed—but human in a +sense to which our impeded humanity has never +<a id='Page_33'></a>yet attained. Only perfect God could become perfect +man.</p> + +<p class='c006'>“On the highest throne of the heavens I beheld a +man sitting....” He is there, with all our sorrows +and our joys, our fears, our indignations. His sympathy +for us is not one merely of divine understanding +but of divine experience—not in some distant +point of history, but now, eternally—since upon the +throne of God dwells all the longing, desire, striving, +love and anguish of mankind, the human heart +which he has redeemed and made his Sacred Heart.</p> + +<p class='c006'>“O, Sacred Heart, our home lies deep in thee” ... all +the pain, the fear, the grief, the rapture, the wonder +of my human heart, all those emotional stresses +that I only half understand and which sometimes +threaten to engulf me, all these I can bring home to +that Deep Heart, to that Sacred Heart, since for my +sake, O passionless Word, you stooped to know the +shadows of human emotion, to know joy and sorrow, +wrath and compassion, and, stooping, raised +them with yourself to your high throne.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_34'></a> + <h2 id='chap-july' class='c003'>July <br> <i>Month of the Precious Blood</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>July comes as the climax of the year, when the +months have reached their solstice with the sun. +The earth’s conversion is complete—she is born +anew in the woods where the trees are heavy and +dark with their full summer leafage, in the hedgerow +where the honeysuckle hangs thick trails over the +already thick briar-rose, in the fields where the hay +is cut, and where the corn stands sunburnt and +nearly ready for harvest.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Along the side of the Down the poppies grow in +a scarlet streak—like blood. They splash the growing +corn, and they flower too in the chalky aridity of +the quarry outside the field. They are the brave pennons +of July—gay and blood-red, the colour of life +pulsing and triumphant, the colour of the field’s salvation +and the earth’s victory.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>James Weller “got salvation,” and in the year 1842 +was published at Robertsbridge in Sussex, a little +book called “The Wonders of Free Grace.” It is the +story of Weller’s short life—packed into many halting, +ungrammatical sentences, between dull brown +covers, the colour of the lanes he trod. Yet if things +<a id='Page_35'></a>were to appear in their hidden reality that book +would be seen printed and bound in poppy scarlet, +for it is written in blood—the heart’s blood of the +“little man of Kent” and the Precious Blood which +redeemed that heart and made it new.</p> + +<p class='c006'>“I was born in sin.” There is something Pauline +in the opening phrase, which, however, means no +more than that his parents were “very ignorant of +the power of godliness.” They were poor simple +people, the father a farm labourer earning a lean, +uncertain living on the farms round Headcorn.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Little James was a puny child, terrified with +dreams. A frail constitution and a hard life worked +an excitable mind to the edge of religious mania, +though in those days he had learned none of the +jargon of damnation which Calvinism was to teach +him later—he was a child of the Church, which +provided for his physical as well as for his spiritual +needs, since his family seem to have “come on the +Parish” at a very early date.</p> + +<p class='c006'>When his father died they were left quite destitute, +and the rigorous old Poor Law “put out” the +wretched James to work on various farms. The +spiritual history of those years reads like the blacker +parts of “Grace Abounding”—he was convinced +that he had committed the Sin against the Holy +Ghost. Many times he felt urged to take his own +life, and he seems to have been unable to pass a pond +or brook or well without contemplating in it release +from the existence which was fast becoming unbearable. +<a id='Page_36'></a>But he lived on, alternating frightful impulses +towards suicide and dreams of a devouring hell, +with hopes of release, of discovery and union—sometimes +coming to him through the ministrations +of the various sects in which he sought relief, sometimes +in the pages (opened with ritual casualness) +of that Book which, however, often scattered its +comfort with trumpet-blasts of judgment.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Very different from the straining carefulness of his +spiritual life was the extremely haphazard way in +which he managed his worldly affairs. He drifted +from farm to farm with his inefficient labour—many +a hearty Kentish kick and curse must have followed +him as he roamed head-in-air, soul-in-hell, through +the tasks of his day. He was always ill, always poor, +and yet at the age of twenty-one he married in Frittenden +church a girl as penniless as himself. Then a +painful internal complaint began to afflict him. He +grew unable for all but the lightest farm work, and +soon became so ill that he had to go into the infirmary +at Maidstone. Here he fell under the influence of +a pious Baptist lady, who visited him on behalf of the +“Benefit Society for the Sick,” and to her he owed +his deliverance from his “legal struggles,” since she +taught him the doctrines of Election and of Uncovenanted +Grace. But there was a bad time to be lived +through first. His agonies of soul increased, the +<i>sortes biblicæ</i> yielded only blasts of damnation, and +then the day came when “I clearly saw the justice of +God in my eternal overthrow, and actually bade +<a id='Page_37'></a>adieu to the world with an Amen to my own destruction.” +Immediately upon this surrender followed +Illumination—“a sweet glowing, a brilliant light like +the shining of silver. I sprang up and sang and wept +and cried aloud for joy.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>Directly after his conversion came Weller’s brief +sweet experience of the Joyful Mysteries. There is a +touching account of his first happy moments in the +midst of poverty and sickness, and the cares of his +young increasing family which would not even allow +privacy for his devotional raptures.—“Having no +place to retire to, I have wrapped myself in the curtains +of my bed, and in silent breathings poured out +my soul to God in the sweetest strains possible.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>But trouble was never far from a nature combining +the philosophy of Micawber as to the affairs of +this world with that of Mrs. Gummidge as to the +next. All through life his happiness was to be threatened +by the presiding evils of both states—Debt and +Damnation. He tried various means of livelihood, +combining them with a new-found vocation as a +preacher. A little school, a baker’s shop, severally +failed, and for some time he tried to support himself +by a peddling sale of books and tea. Luckily he was +gifted with an ingenuous humility which allowed +him thankfully to accept any gift, whether of money, +food or clothing, no matter how grudgingly it was +bestowed—grateful to the Lord who had provided +for him as for Elijah out of the hard, unsympathetic +beaks of ravens.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_38'></a>He received also small sums of money for his +preaching, which had a certain favour among the +‘dens’ of Kent. It had begun merely by an account +of his conversion to a few sympathisers at Maidstone, +but later he had learned, like most converts, to make +a universal application of his private experiences, and +laid huge stress on the doctrines of Predestination +and Election and Free Grace. While still at Maidstone +he had joined the Baptists, but the Baptists at +Maidstone were Arminians, whereas his nature and +the circumstances of his conversion inclined him towards +Calvinism. He thought of joining the Calvinists, +who had small congregations at Smarden and +other hamlets. But “my pen cannot describe the +exercises of my mind on the thought of leaving the +Arminian Baptists. It would make many of my former +friends my foes.” Far away at Oxford a similar +conflict was at about the same time raging in the +breast of Newman, and this mute inglorious Newman +was to follow the same course as his famous contemporary. +He seceded, and became a Particular Baptist.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The next few years are a history of struggle, contempt, +debt, care, family trials, dependence on the +charity of the Elect, whose very cast-off clothing he +and his children wore. But the greatest experience +of his regenerate life was at hand—the Word which +was to send him out of his native and familiar Kent +into unknown Sussex, carrying his Gospel to the +Gentiles. The call came to him as it had come to the +Apostle Paul from the Man of Macedonia—“Come +<a id='Page_39'></a>over and help us.” The Man of Sussex was a “miller +in Ticehurst, a perfect stranger to me,” whom he met +on the Headcorn Road. “He had passed but a few +rods, when these words were powerfully impressed +upon my mind—‘that man comes out of Sussex to +invite you to go down there to preach.’ At which I +immediately said ‘Dear Lord, I am not fit to go into +Sussex.’” However, he dared not refuse so imperative +a summons, enforced through the continual impression +on his mind of the words “I will send thee +far hence to the Gentiles.” To the Gentiles he went, +the barbarians of Shovers Green, from whom soon +afterwards came a definite call. He went in the +greatest agony of mind, full of doubts and fears and +distresses, but in spite of this his preaching was +found acceptable to the little knot of believers at the +cross-roads beyond Bantony. Here he continued +going once a fortnight for some time, though in due +course opposition arose—he was accused of being +“an Antinomian, a Huntingtonian, a High Calvinist, +a Beemanite,” and a large party withdrew from the +chapel, though as others came from surrounding +parishes, he still had a good congregation. However, +in time the disaffected party got the upper hand, and +there seems to have been a sort of riot—“an unusual +concourse of people in the public road, with loud +hollowings and shouts of Horrible! ‘Bominable! +Stuff!” In the end, Weller’s career as an apostle of +the Gentiles came to rather a tame conclusion in his +being dismissed by the Deacon, who paid him his +<a id='Page_40'></a>salary and told him that his services would be no +further required.</p> + +<p class='c006'>However, his work was only apparently ended. +Soon afterwards he received a call to Mayfield, with +occasional returns to Frittenden and Smarden, and +finally he detached himself altogether from Kent and +became a regular preacher at Burwash, whither followed +him the loyal part of his congregation at +Shovers Green. The story of his life at Burwash is +his usual mixture of good works and bad debts; +however, his circumstances both spiritual and material, +seem to have grown more stable. His ministry +was becoming famous among the farms, and in 1842 a +friend at Robertsbridge offered to “give me a house +to turn into a chapel, with a lease of fifty years and +ten pounds per annum towards the support of the +cause. This gave me fresh reasons for prayer.” The +offer was accepted, and the foundation stone was +laid in November 1842, the opening taking place in +January of the next year. Preachers came respectively +from London and the Upper Dicker, and “were +much favoured in their own souls; but as for myself, +I was sorely tried the whole of the day with my own +debts and those of the chapel.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>So ends the story of the “Wonders of Free Grace.” +Weller did not long enjoy his more established existence, +for he died five years after coming to Robertsbridge. +But his Bethel and his book remain, both +akin in their ugliness and humility. One reads the +book with much the same feelings as one looks at +<a id='Page_41'></a>the Bethel. It is written entirely without art—a +wordy stammering narrative, mixed with minute +reports of dreams, spiritual experiences, marvellous +conversions, digests of sermons and Calvinistic arguments. +It is all obscure, voluble, earnest and naive.</p> + +<p class='c006'>A remarkable and poignant thing is his utter +blindness to the beauty spread round him in the +fields of Sussex and Kent. He seems to have tramped +the Kentish lanes, gone to and fro among the red +villages of the Sussex weald, crossed the still, sweet +valleys of the Rother and the Glotten Brook, without +a thought for their loveliness. This exile in +darkest Geneva was blind to all beauty save that +which reached him in occasional, tortured flashes +from the Thick Darkness where God was. The coloured, +wooded country round Sissinghurst, the +brooding, merging greens of the Rother Marshes, +the farm-patched mound of the Isle of Oxney, the +flushed hillock of ancient Rye had no voice for the +messenger of Grace. Even the coming of Spring, to +be to the earth what conversion is to the man, to do +yearly for the Benenden meadows what Free Grace +had done once for James Weller, brought no sympathetic +thrill to the heart which saw only its own +Particular mercies. As he groped and stumbled on +his way, nature walked beside him through her mysteries, +from the Spring Annunciation to the Falling +Asleep of December. He might have had the comfort +of her beauty, the fellowship of her experience, but +he went aloof—the Protestant, the individualist, +<a id='Page_42'></a>his eyes cast down up the narrow lane of his salvation +where his footsteps were marked in blood.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>To the Catholic Christian there is a special glamour +about such stories as this of James Weller, of +conversion and salvation outside the normal sphere +of the Covenanted Mercies. They are like stories of +men who win their way across uncharted seas in +unseaworthy craft—of men who miss their way up +a mountain, yet, somehow, arrive at the summit, +bleeding and exhausted, by another path. So powerful +is the Precious Blood that it can work its changes +on mankind apart from the means appointed for its +operation. Unlike the old life, the New Life is not +bound by its own laws, and again and again it +amazes us with miracles. “Behold, ye despisers, and +wonder and perish....”</p> + +<p class='c006'>The normal channel of the Precious Blood as it +flows from the Sacred Heart of Christ, making us all +partakers of his divine humanity, is the sacramental +system of his Church, which is his Body. But just as +there can be contacts between mind and mind without +the agency of the body—though such contacts +must always be abnormal, uncertain and unsatisfactory—so +there is contact between the New Life +and human lives which as yet stand outside the body +of its functioning. And as these telepathic unions +between mind and mind have a special glamour +about them which perhaps we do not find in ordinary +human intercourse, so these uncovenanted +<a id='Page_43'></a>graces of the New Life give us a new thrill as of +power unguessed and unrealised.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It is true that there is always something a little +terrible about the experiences of the separated saints. +They are not quite natural, and therefore not quite +spiritual. Where the conversion is not too subjective +to last, the New Life often has to grow in an atmosphere +of fear—fear of sin and fear of hell, or fear +even of the homely shapes of earth, which the separated +Saint sees unredeemed, as vessels of wrath.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It is for our sins that the Precious Blood does not +flow in the veins of Christ’s Body only. As long ago +on Calvary, it is still poured upon the ground. The +spear of schism pierces his side, and thereout flows +blood and water—the sacraments poured out in +death. It is through our guilt that men such as +James Weller obtain their Particular Mercies. We +have pierced his heart, and it is because his heart +is broken that there is grace not only for us but for +all the children of God that are scattered abroad.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_44'></a> + <h2 id='chap-august' class='c003'>August <br> <i>Month of the Most Pure Heart of Mary</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The sun has set, but there is still colour in the sky +and colour on the sea. Pale streaks of rose lie along +the horizon, both on cloud and on water. The sea, +where it meets the sky is a lightless pink, where it +touches the land a lightless blue. It is strange, this +lightless colour of the sea. Under all the riches of its +summer twilight changes the sea seems lifeless. There +is a deadness too in the sky now that the sun has +gone. It is all like a painted memory of something +once seen, a dream of something once alive. Then +a wind goes over the waters, and suddenly a point +of living light is kindled, as the first star shines out +in the lifeless sky. The planet named long ago after +the goddess of beauty is still the star of the sleeping +August sea. It shines one tiny brilliant point of light +in all that rose-blue lifelessness of sky and sea. Round +it and beneath it clouds and water waken into darkness, +so that by the time the other stars have kindled, +and the moon has risen, the whole dead scene has +come to life again in glowing depths of gold and +blue.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>The human race flowered in Mary. Sown in the +garden of man’s universal dream, tended and +<a id='Page_45'></a>watered by the Law of the chosen race, the Rose of +Sharon bloomed to be fertilised by Godhead. Mary +stands alone as the single perfect flower brought +forth by that sad sowing of the human race. Rich +was the soil and many were the gardeners, yet only +one blossom opened perfectly to the sun.</p> + +<p class='c006'>So once again the adventure of life could be made, +the suitable medium having been found. The +medium of the natural life that first came wonderfully +to an inorganic world was the sea, in which +organic life arose—Aphrodite, beautiful and fertile, +born of the sea-foam. The medium of the supernatural +life that came wonderfully into nature was +the pure will of Mary when she proclaimed herself +the handmaid of the Lord. Her name signifies saltness, +bitterness, in fact, the salt and bitter sea—there +is no flowering in her name—but her perfect +will is the star of the sea, which makes a guiding +path across its mystery—the star which yet is not a +star, but a planet blazing with reflected glory.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Thus she is the rose to symbolise that she is the +flower of all life, the flower of the long growth of +the ages; she is also the sea to proclaim that she is the +virgin source of the New Life, of the ages yet to +come; she is the star of the sea to show the guidance +of her perfect will, perfect only in its reflection of +the glories of the will of God. “Behold the handmaid +of the Lord.” When Mary speaks these words +a new star is kindled, and the dead world comes +alive in the night.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_46'></a>The sanctified myths of Genesis point to the failure +of the purpose of life through the corruption of +a woman. This need not involve the belief that the +first perversion of free will came through woman as +distinct from man. Eve symbolises the feminine +principle in things—the receiver, the reflector, the +material, the medium. Through the wrong choice +of the first human wills, the medium of creation was +spoiled, and the human race became in its tendencies +a part of nature rather than of supernature. Intended +for the spouse of heaven, it turned instead to Adam—Edom—red +earth, and by turning earthwards +away from heaven, to the knowledge of good and +evil, it lost its purpose even in regard to the earth it +turned to, its powers of redemption, its functions as +mediator, and cursed became the ground for our +sake.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Mary too stands as a symbol—the symbol of the +restoration of the lost purpose of life through the +sanctification of a woman. The medium, the receptacle +is rehabilitated in Mary, “spiritual vessel, wondrous +vessel of devotion,” and becomes the vehicle +of the divine. By the Holy Ghost, Mary is made the +spouse of heaven and the mother of heaven’s Lord.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The body which the Redeemer took of his Virgin +Mother was not an inheritance of the flesh only, but +the inheritance of a human heart and will. We all +receive from our parents a heart and will made +crooked by a perverted inheritance, in other words +by sin. The heart and will of our Lord were clean +<a id='Page_47'></a>and straight and without sin. His psychological processes +were as God intended them to be—an orderly +development from primitive yet honourable instincts +moving towards completeness, which is perfection. +“The sin is in the will.” There was no sin in the will +of Mary, which was simply the will of God, so she +was able to give her son what no other human +parent has been able to give. The doctrine of the +Virgin Birth proclaims that he took from her the +feminine principle only—the vessel, the vehicle—while +Godhead provided the masculine or quickening +element. If he had been born according to nature +he would have belonged to nature, but he was born +the mediator of two worlds, the natural and the +supernatural—“by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin +Mary.” Once more the Spirit of God moves upon +the face of the waters, and the New Creation is +begun.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It was Mary’s privilege to give our Lord all that +he took of manhood. She gave him human nature +at its best—the perfect vehicle. She gave him not +only a human body but a human mind—and she did +more than give. What she had already given she +trained and guided. Again and again, psychologists +tell us, even a good inheritance will be wasted by the +mistakes of the parents during the first years of their +child. The delicate child-mind may be hopelessly +warped and spoiled by the mishandling of those that +train it. The more we learn of the discoveries of +modern psychology the more we are impressed by +<a id='Page_48'></a>the terrific responsibility of the Mother of God. To +her care was committed not only her infant’s tender +body, but his beautiful, perfect, sensitive mind. Those +early years which psychologists tell us make or mar +a whole life were entirely in her keeping. It was for +her to sow the seed of early impressions, to impart +the first teaching. Only the glory of her own submitted +will could have guided her through the +ocean of her motherhood’s cares—that will which +was simply the perfect reflection of the will of God.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The spirit of God moves over the face of the +waters, and the waters become a miraculous source +of life. Above the waters a single star is bright with +the reflected glory of the sun.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_49'></a> + <h2 id='chap-september' class='c003'>September <br> <i>Month of the Sorrows of Mary</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>There is a new sharpness in the air—the first sharpness +of Winter returning. There is a sharpness which +is only just not the sharpness of frost on the dew +that lies so late and thick upon the morning grass. +The winds sleep, and the air is bound. But this +sharpness and stillness are not as in frozen January, +for they are no longer sterile—they are rich, fruitful, +golden. Up into the still air ascends the straight blue +smoke-column of the bonfires that consume the dross +of summer, and in that burning there is a sweetness, +a richness that makes the heart beat quickly and +almost chokes the breath. There is no perfume like +that of a September garden fire, burning away the +summer in an agony of sweetness. The smoke of it +goes up like incense through the gold and blue of +the afternoon. The breath of the earth is like incense +as she turns slowly to her sleep. The earth is emptied +of her harvests, but not of their perfume—it hangs +still about her, perfume of the crops she has brought +forth, corn and hops and hay, merged into one rich +sweetness in the September sunshine. She is stripped +but she still is sweet, indeed sweeter in this autumn +spoliation than ever in her sun-baked fertilities of +Summer, just as the trees are lovelier in their golden +<a id='Page_50'></a>dying than in the pale austerity of their budding or +in the green monotony of their July crown. The +trees are still bearing fruit. The crimson of the +apples hides among the golden green of the leaves. +September is the month of the fruitful trees, of the +harvest of the golden bough. The field has given +up the last of her harvests, but the orchard is still +heavy, and in the wild trees of the woods the acorns, +the nuts, the sloes are ripe among the yellowing +leaves.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>Two women stand at the foot of two trees. The +women are weeping, the trees are heavy with fruit. +Eve stands at the foot of the tree of the knowledge +of good and evil—Mary stands at the foot of +the Cross. Both are Matres Dolorosæ—sorrowful +mothers—Eve the mother of all living, Mary the +mother of life. Eve has betrayed her children, through +the perverse choice of her will, but weeps for herself +rather than for them—Mary has been redeemed by +her child through the offering of her will, and she +weeps for him alone.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The sorrows of Mary are fertile sorrows—the +ground watered by her tears is rich for all mankind, +whereas the tears of Eve water only thorns and +thistles, cockle and darnel. The sorrows of Mary are +sweet as the perfume of the September fires, they +go up as incense to heaven. The sorrows of Eve +are bitter as the smoke of green wood, and the gusts +of her self-love blow them along the ground.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_51'></a>It is not the first time that Eve and Mary have +stood over against each other in the scheme of the +ages. They are both the medium of creation, vessels +of life, the material of the active, creative principle +of the universe. But in Eve this material has failed, +it thwarts the life that works in it, so that its energies +are not only cramped but perverted. Eve fights +against the power that uses her—hence her own +suffering, and the apparent failure of the power, due +to the defects of its instrument. For Eve has discovered +herself, and uses her will for her own purposes, +with the result that both her own purposes +and the purposes of God as far as she is concerned +are lost. She knows both good and evil, but can use +neither. The serpent deceived her by biting his own +tail and calling himself eternity, hence she is caught +in the round of things and cannot escape.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Mary stands at the foot of the Cross as the second +Eve. Once more the creative principle has sought +a medium, and this time the medium has responded +perfectly, so that the work of the new creation of the +new heavens and the new earth has not been foiled +by its instrument. Mary used her freedom, her will, +not for herself but to further the purposes of God. +She became as it were the collaborator of God by +yielding herself as his handmaiden. As a reward he +has made her a sharer of his joys and sorrows. The +sorrows of Mary are fertile because they are the +sorrows of the Cross. Every one of them, from the +flight into Egypt till the moment when she holds the +<a id='Page_52'></a>slain body of her son upon her knees, every one of +them draws life from the fountain of the Precious +Blood. The mother standing there weeps no vain +tears of selfish grief nor vain regret—her sorrows are +already united with the sacrifice of her Son, she +offers them to God with his, for the purposes of +redemption. Her sorrows are fruitful for the assistance +of the world on its new ways, in company with +all human sorrow which is offered at the foot of the +Cross. They are part of the new processes of life—the +sublimation of the old laws whereby nature +groaned and travailed towards higher things; they +are part of the supernatural evolution, in which +sorrow is eucharistic, a sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The sorrows of Mary go up to heaven in perfume, +like the fires of September. Her motherhood burns +in an agony of sweetness. She is the rich earth, +scented and fertile, at the foot of the golden bough, +now ripe for harvest.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_53'></a> + <h2 id='chap-october' class='c003'>October <br> <i>Month of the Holy Angels</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The sky is black. The great moonless arch sweeps +from horizon to horizon, high over the zenith. It is +black, and utterly unlit except for a golden shimmer, +a dust of light, which is less light than radiance, as it +were a bloom upon the grape of darkness. Here +and there against this background of darkness and +dim bloom, the nearer constellations swing their +homely shapes—the chair, the horse, the plough; +and high across the heavens is the span of that great +road, track of the sun’s chariot astray in mortal +hands, the road of stars, where they lie like dust.</p> + +<p class='c006'>Looking up into the sky, into the blackness lit by +radiant dust, we almost forget the earth under our +feet. It shrinks in all this hugeness of space, and we +ourselves shrink with it till we cry the age-long cry +of those that watch the stars—“What is man that +thou art mindful of him, or the son of man that thou +visitest him? Thou madest him a little lower than +the angels....”</p> + +<p class='c006'>We see the earth as one of the smaller planets +revolving round one of the smaller of the myriad +suns that are as small dust in the small corner of the +universe that is before our eyes. We see mankind as +one of innumerable forms of life, some known, some +<a id='Page_54'></a>unknown. Important in his small sphere, what is he +in the spaceless immensity of the stars? Where does +he rank in the scale of being, with its hierarchies +that tower above him into eternity? Is he only a +little lower than the angels?</p> + +<p class='c006'>We cannot count the suns we see—we cannot +imagine the counting of the suns we do not see. We +cannot count the miles, nor the years of the sky. We +can only gaze upon it as it hangs above us in this +moment of time, and use for our homely ends the +faint glimpses we have down here of its wonderful +order....</p> + +<p class='c006'>A red star suddenly cleaves the heavens. It appears +to fly through them, though in reality it is far below +them, burning because of its contact with the earth’s +atmosphere, and only for that reason visible. It +streaks the sky with a fading crimson gleam—then +sinks among the woods and is lost.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>“How art thou fallen, O Lucifer, son of the +morning,”</p> + +<p class='c006'>It is easier to drop the counting of years and go +outside time. Created will exists, and has power of +itself. In part it has made the evil choice, it has +turned away from the Creative Will which is both +its source and goal. It has become evil. It is at +war with good. There is war in heaven. Michael +and his angels fight against the dragon; and the +dragon fights and his angels, but they prevail not, +neither is their place found any more in heaven. +<a id='Page_55'></a>“And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, +called the Devil and Satan ... he was cast out into +the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.... +Woe to the inhabiters of the earth, and of the sea: +for the devil is come down unto you, having great +wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short +time.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>Evil, in itself, must die, since life subsists alone +in God. Therefore every existence cut off from him +must end. The dragon must perish apart from the +Lord and Giver of life, his only hope is to establish +an indirect and factitious union with his God in +time. This he achieves through the material universe +with which he is able to ally himself and which itself +is sustained by God. He maintains his life +through the elements—he becomes the Prince of +the Power of the Air.</p> + +<p class='c006'>He enters the cycle of evolution, and we can follow +his trail through natural law—in the cruelty +and futility of nature, which we cannot believe +formed part of her Creator’s original design. As life +develops, becomes more subtle, rich and various, +we see the adversary’s growth more explicitly revealed, +till at last in animal consciousness, with its +capacity for fury and pain, he attains a new power +and satisfaction. The world is like a beautiful tree +with a worm gnawing at its roots—twisting, stunting, +and warping it, so that the fruit shrivels among +the wilting leaves. Jömungund gnaws at the root of +Yggdrasil.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_56'></a>But a new wonder happens upon the earth. To +consciousness is added mind and will. Created will +makes a new appearance—in time. Here is a great +new opportunity, both for good and evil. If the +adversary can obtain power over this new form of +conscious will, he can prolong indefinitely his own +life and activity—perhaps even obtain once more a +holding in eternal things, by means of this new +creature which has been made in the image of God. +On the other hand, man may by a right use of his +free will redeem the world, save nature from her +curse of cruelty and futility, and set her free to +return to the kingdom of God. Then the evil one +and his angels would fail and perish—they would +be cast out of earth as before they were cast out of +heaven, and be unable to maintain any longer +through creation their illicit hold on life.</p> + +<p class='c006'>These were the issues, and the myths of many +races tell us how mankind failed to rise to his high +calling. Instead of devoting the sword of his free +will to the service of good, and assuring thereby +the overthrow of evil in time as it had been overthrown +in eternity, man, thinking thereby to serve +himself, turned it to the service of evil. Thus evil, +defeated in eternity, became victorious in time. The +adversary’s power, till then bound by the limited +consciousness of animal life, was enormously increased +by its new hold on human mind and will. +He was now the Prince of this World, its ruler and +potentate, and would inevitably have destroyed it if +<a id='Page_57'></a>the Almighty King of Heaven had not decided that +evil should not triumph even in time—that mankind’s +lost battle should be fought over again, and +won.</p> + +<p class='c006'>By assuming our manhood, God fought our lost +battle over again in his own person, and won it for +us, redeeming not only ourselves but the kingdom +of nature which we had betrayed. The serpent’s +head was bruised—he lost his kingdom. He has no +more real power even in time—he is bound by time +and must end in time. The Prince of this World is +judged.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>This is only a dream of good and evil, of the +mystery of their conflict. It is only a theory, a guess +at the explanation of the apparently distorted processes +of nature, and the slavery of mankind to the +elements of the world. The eternal issues between +good and evil have been fought outside time, by +beings of a different nature from ourselves, in that +symbolic heavenly war wherein Michael and his +angels triumphed over the devil and his angels. In +that conflict the victory is already won by the forces +of good. Evil is already cast out of the eternal +sphere, neither is its place found any more in heaven. +There is no dualism in the Christian religion, no +setting of Satan against God as Ahriman is set +against Ormuzd in the Persian myth. For evil is +definitely cast out and trampled under the foot of +triumphant Godhead. It has only a secondary and +<a id='Page_58'></a>limited existence—in time; whereas good is primary, +unlimited and eternal.</p> + +<p class='c006'>In time, the forces of good are in conflict with the +forces of evil, though outside time their victory is +won. Michael and his angels still have need to succour +and defend us on earth, and their power lies in +the fact that they also do continual service in heaven. +Their power is not secondary and limited by time as +is the power of their adversary and ours—it derives +from an eternal source, it is the same power that +overthrew the Dragon on the plains of heaven—the +power of God.</p> + +<p class='c006'>The power of the dragon lies in the life he is able +to absorb from creation—from ourselves—just as +the meteor owes its light to its passing through our +earth’s atmosphere. In one of Dr. <abbr class='spell'>M. R.</abbr> James’s +ghost stories there is a spectre which makes itself +a body out of some bedclothes, but is unable to +injure its victim, as its strength lies entirely in the +medium it has chosen, which is merely a bundle of +linen. So the harm that evil can do is merely a +question of the body it acquires. It rests with us +whether it embodies itself in our highest thoughts +and strivings or can do no more than frighten us +with a bogey made of our discarded primitive instincts. +Its most common embodiment is in the +elements of our human psychology which we inherit +from our animal ancestors—the grave clothes +that the risen man has cast aside.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_59'></a>In our fight against evil we fight against what is +merely temporary, parasitic and doomed, and on our +side are forces which are primary, self-existing and +eternal. On our side are the unchanging stars in +their order, and our adversary is only the meteor +that streaks the sky for a moment of earth-derived +brightness, falls and is lost.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_60'></a> + <h2 id='chap-november' class='c003'>November <br> <i>Month of the Holy Souls</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>There is a great silence over all the land. The furrows +hold in stillness the new seed—brown, bare, +and earth-smelling, they keep the secret of the life +that has been buried in them. There is darkness too. +At night the galaxy has faded from the sky—here +and there rarely some greater lamp shines through +the mists that veil the zenith, but more often even +the moon herself is hidden, fog-wrapped, a mere +dim spilling of light into the clouds. By day too the +mists hang thick. The earth lies motionless and +silent under a veil. Trees and hedges near at hand +are hidden away or only loom occasionally through +the mists as monstrous, unnatural shapes. There is +something terrifying about the familiar barns and +haystacks that the mist has blotted into ghostliness. +The dimness and the silence bring a sense of fear, +as of a land changed. Yet it is only the exhalations +of the earth that have given this sinister, mysterious +cast to loved, familiar objects. A gleam of sunlight +falls upon the mists, and for a moment they part and +show us the waiting furrow, and the hedgerows +pearled with moisture and bloomed with a soft, +spring-like purple that reminds us of March’s brave +<a id='Page_61'></a>passional livery of redemption. Though despoiled, +and bound, the earth is not dead, and in her already +a new harvest sleeps.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>“For thou, O Lord, changest, but takest not away +the life of thy people....” They are changed, they +have gone from us, the mists of earth hide them from +us and give to their loved, familiar personalities a +touch of the sinister, of ghostliness. If we would let +her, the earth would make them ghosts. But as our +prayers strive through the mists that veil not them +but us, a gleam of sunlight falls, and for a moment +we catch a glimpse of them in their passional livery +of redemption, waiting there under the altar, the +prisoners of hope. “Turn ye to the stronghold, ye +prisoners of hope.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>They are changed. They no longer look into the +same mirror as ourselves, the mirror of nature where +supernature lies reflected as in a glass darkly. They +do not yet see face to face, but theirs is no longer +the mirror of the months, where together with +divine things strange troubling things of earth are +shown, where often Narcissus sees but his own +image calling him down into the well of shadows. +Their mirror, though a reflector only, is unclouded +and cannot deceive. They have escaped out of the +deceiver’s power, and can no longer be touched by +the evil that preys on the world. They have left that +evil behind in space and time, by virtue of him who +<a id='Page_62'></a>for their sake assumed space and time that he might +bind with them the enemy of eternity.</p> + +<p class='c006'>They are changed. They have entered as it were +into a new function as mediators, for they are now +a link between us and those unknown worlds whose +complexity makes the unity of creation. We cannot +limit our conception of life to beings like ourselves. +If they live, and we know that they live, they do not +live as we do, but manifest themselves in other ways +and under other conditions. Spirit and manifestation—the +first is always the same, the latter is constantly +changing. But spirit shall never be without manifestation—that +truth was proclaimed for all time in +Joseph of Arimathea’s garden, and is preserved for +all time in the doctrine of the Resurrection of the +Body. We shall not live as the helpless and futile +shades of a Greek paradise, but as body and spirit, +though that idea of a body need not bind us to the +body as we know it now. The body of the springing +corn in May is very different from the body of +the seed that was cast into the November furrow, +but it is as much the corn as ever was the seed—indeed +it is more, for in the seed the idea of the corn +slept undeveloped, uncertain and incomplete. Nevertheless +the body of the springing corn was formed +invisibly in the seed, and invisibly in the bodies of +our flesh that spiritual body of our glory may be +forming itself even now, waiting for the sowing in +the ground which shall set it free to grow and lift +<a id='Page_63'></a>itself out of the bondage of the earth into the liberty +of the sun.</p> + +<p class='c006'>They are changed. They are learning perhaps +painfully to develop this new body, from which the +husk has fallen away. As yet they have not the new +vehicle, though they have lost the old, their spirit +fumbles for its manifestation in that Mediatory +Kingdom where they wait. They are prisoners, but +they are prisoners of hope, for their new faculties +and powers are forming themselves in that unknown +land. Once again, as it were, they go through the +processes of birth, as at the beginning of their +earthly life they went through them in their mother’s +womb. A new body is forming itself in the shelter +of that land we call Purgatory, where evil cannot +seize upon the growing form as it seized upon that +which was cast off. For those who escape the bondage +of the earth, the Old Testament fierceness of +natural law, the continual harrying and preying of +evil seeking to maintain its life parasitically through +ours, Purgatory even if viewed as a place of retribution +as well as of cleansing must also be a place of +refreshing, light and peace.</p> + +<p class='c006'>For there only good wills move in an orderly +growth, an evolution which sin has not corrupted +and debased. There the mists of earth can no longer +hide from us the stars which are the burning of +spirits aflame with the love of God, the angelic +hierarchies that fill a universe in which our earth +and its humanity holds only a small space. The +<a id='Page_64'></a>shelter of the furrow is paradoxically the freedom +of the sky. The prisoner of hope is the freeman of +love.</p> +<div class='chapter'> + <a id='Page_65'></a> + <h2 id='chap-december' class='c003'>December <br> <i>Month of the Incarnation</i></h2> +</div> +<p class='c005'>The earth has gone back to the beginning. Her +secrets are locked up. The year’s tale is told. She +lies at the end of the months as she lay at the beginning—still +and frozen, wrapped in the swaddling +clothes of frost and snow. The beginning and the +ending are the same.</p> + +<p class='c006'>There seems to be neither growth nor change nor +life in the iron-hard soil, powdered here and there +with snow, in the bare hedges and the barren woods, +in the ponds that are black under their bondage of +ice. Even the sun in the heavens stands still at his +winter solstice. The glory and bravery of summer +are almost unimaginable—it is hard to remember the +changes of the months—the kindling gleam of February, +the brightness of the April garden, the whiteness +of the May-day hedgerow, the calm, star-lit seas +of August, the fruitful golden trees of September. +All have ended as they began in this darkness and +stillness. The year’s tale is told, and the beginning +and the ending are the same.</p> + +<hr class='c007'> + +<p class='c006'>The months end as they began—with the Child. +In December we meet the Child again, the Child of +January, the Child who is Alpha and Omega, the +<a id='Page_66'></a>beginning and the ending, saith the Lord. In this +Child the Christian faith begins and ends. All the +doctrines of Councils, all the learning of doctors, all +the disputations of scholars, all the splendour of +creeds, have their beginning and ending in the Child +born of the Virgin Mary. The Christian Gospel is +simply the Gospel of the Incarnation—of the New +Life born of a Virgin into the world, redeeming +man from his bondage to the Law which was added +because of transgressions—making him a citizen of +a new and heavenly kingdom and a partaker of a +new and heavenly nature—redeeming through him +the rest of creation, of which he was first appointed +a mediator, so that there shall be in eternity not only +a new heaven but a new earth—an earth set free +from the bondage of sin that held her in time, her +processes redeemed for mercy, her creatures redeemed +for joy.</p> + +<p class='c006'>It is this and nothing less than this that the New +Life comes to accomplish—the first life having been +corrupted by the enemy, and mankind having failed +to fulfil his appointed purpose of restorer and healer. +By virtue of the Incarnation of the Son of God, +there is now a new power working in the world towards +its at-onement with its maker. The Divine +Humanity of our Lord, both superseding and containing +ours, has already fulfilled the purposes of +God for us, and through it we have union with God +and are accounted his obedient sons, with power to +co-operate in his eternal work.</p> + +<p class='c006'><a id='Page_67'></a>The New Life works through the old. It uses +matter in the way it was originally intended—as the +vehicle and manifestation of spirit. Through Christ +even the earth knows the glory of the Resurrection +of her body. As long ago water gave birth to life, +so now water is made the vehicle of the new birth +and supernatural life—“Therefore do I hallow thee, +O thou gift of water,” says the Priest at the Blessing +of the Font on Holy Saturday, “by God the faithful, +by God the holy, by God who in the beginning by +his word divided the land from thee, by whose +Spirit the waters were overshadowed.” As bread +and wine have been the bodily food of man, giving +strength and joy to his flesh, preserving his body in +life, so now they are made his spiritual food, giving +strength and joy to his soul, preserving his body +and soul unto everlasting life. By natural modes +they have been assimilated by man’s body and made +a part of his humanity, and now by spiritual modes +they are assimilated by God and made a part of his +divine humanity. “Hear us, O merciful Father, we +most humbly beseech thee, and grant that we receiving +these thy creatures of bread and wine according +to thy Son our Saviour Jesus Christ’s holy +institution ... may be partakers of his most blessed +Body and Blood.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>The Sacraments go down to the very roots of +creation—they go further down than our humanity, +though our humanity is the means by which they +descend, thus restoring it to its original mediatory +<a id='Page_68'></a>purpose. Water, bread and wine—the elements and +our own uses of the elements, inorganic and organic +nature—are made the vehicles of supernatural life. +Thus we are brought into a wonderful and mystical +union between the earth and ourselves and the divine. +Instead of remaining a creation at issue and enmity +with itself and separated from God, we become a +creation working together in mutual love and co-operation +in union with God. Thus is the atonement +wrought between God and man and the earth.</p> + +<p class='c006'>For our redemption is not only nearer but wider +than we believed, and includes not only humanity +but the whole creation groaning and travailing in +pain together.... It is not only in poetry but in +truth that the Priest bids nature join in his thanksgiving +after every Mass. “Let us sing the song of +the Three Children which they sang when they +blessed the Lord in the furnace of fire.” And the +Song of the Three Holy Children, redeemed from +the furnace, is also the song of earth redeemed: “O +let the earth bless the Lord, yea let it praise him and +magnify him for ever.... O ye mountains and +hills bless ye the Lord.... O all ye green things +upon the earth bless ye the Lord.... O ye wells +bless ye the Lord.... O ye seas and floods.... +O all ye fowls of the air.... O all ye beasts and +cattle—join to-day with the angels and with the +priests of the Lord, with the servants of his sanctuary +and the spirits and souls of the righteous, with all +holy and humble men of heart, in singing the song +<a id='Page_69'></a>of our redemption which we sing in the midst of the +furnace of fire, praising and magnifying him for +ever.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>“The angel of the Lord came down into the oven +and smote the flame of the fire out of the oven; and +made the midst of the furnace as it had been a moist +whistling wind. Then the three, as out of one mouth +praised, glorified and blessed God in the furnace, +saying: Blessed art thou, O Lord God of our fathers, +and to be praised and exalted above all for ever.”</p> + +<p class='c006'>The heart of the burning fiery furnace has become +Joseph of Arimathea’s garden—the garden of the +new earth and of the new spring, the blessed country +where all the works of the Lord praise the Lord, the +home of the children of men, of the holy souls and +of the angels, where the risen Christ stands between +the sun and moon, and greets the Church of his new +creation with “Peace be unto you.”</p> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78642 ***</div> +</body> +<!-- created with ppgen.py 3.57i on 2026-05-09 14:25:13 GMT --> +</html> diff --git a/78642-h/images/cover.jpg b/78642-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f15081 --- /dev/null +++ b/78642-h/images/cover.jpg |
