The Gospel of the Hereafter - E-book - ePub

The Lord is risen, but the people do not know it. There is no death, but the people do not believe it. Human life is the most exciting romantic adventure in the Universe, going on stage after stage till we are older than Methuselah and then on again through the infinite eternities--and yet men pass into the Unseen as stupidly as the caterpillar on the cabbage-leaf, without curiosity or joy or wonder or excitement at the boundless career ahead.
Instead of the thrill of coming adventure we have the dull grey monotony of aged lives drawing near the close, and the horror of this war is doubled and the torture of wife or mother as the beloved one crosses the barrier. What is the matter with us, Christian people? Do we not know? Or have we lost our beliefs? or has imagination grown dulled by too frequent repetition of God's good news?It was so different in early days when the world was younger, when Christ's revelation was fresh.
Look at St. John, four-score years and ten, like an eager boy looking into the Great Adventure: "Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and IT DOTH NOT YET APPEAR WHAT WE SHALL BE."[1]What we shall be! What we shall be! Is not that the chief delight of being young? Guessing and hoping and wondering what we shall be. The dreariest thing in life is dulness--monotony. The brightest thing in life is outlook--vision.
And God has given us that. Like St. John we too can stand on the rim of the world and look out over the wall.