Sunday

OUR LORD

 

1. PLACE yourself in the presence of God, kneeling with your hands clasped.

2. Read slowly and devoutly

 

The Apocalypse as at last Sunday.

 

3. Bring all you have read before you at once, as if you saw our Lord.

4. Then say, "His head and hairs were white like white wool, and as snow."

 

(1) Thy hair is white, 0 Jesus, because you art the Ancient of days, as the Prophet Daniel speaks. From everlasting to everlasting you art God. You did come indeed to us as a little child - you did hang upon the Cross at an age of life before as yet gray hairs come - but, 0 my dear Lord, there was always something mysterious about Thee, so that men were not quite sure of Thy age. The Pharisees talked of Thee as near fifty. For you have lived millions upon millions of years, and Thy face awfully showed it. And even when you were a child, Thy hair shone so bright that people said, "It is snow."

(2) 0 my Lord, you art ever old, and ever young. You have all perfection, and old age in Thee is ten thousand times more beautiful than the most beautiful youth. Thy white hair is an ornament, not a sign of decay. It is as dazzling as the sun, as white as the light, and as glorious as gold.

5. Conclusion. Jesus, may I ever love Thee, not with human eyes, but with the eyes of the Spirit, which sees not as man sees.