She remembered
how at first they had seemed to her a threat chilling her with fear. They
had grown to be a promise, a hope held out to all. The road to Calvary!
It was the road to life. By the giving up of self we gained God.
And suddenly a great peace came to her. One was not alone in the fight,
God was with us: the great Comrade. The evil and the cruelty all round
her: she was no longer afraid of it. God was coming. Beyond the menace
of the passing day, black with the war's foul aftermath of evil dreams
and hatreds, she saw the breaking of the distant dawn. The devil should
not always triumph. God was gathering His labourers.
God was conquering. Unceasing through the ages, God's voice had crept
round man, seeking entry. Through the long darkness of that dim
beginning, when man knew no law but self, unceasing God had striven:
until at last one here and there, emerging from the brute, had heard--had
listened to the voice of love and pity, and in that hour, unknowing, had
built to God a temple in the wilderness.
Labourers together with God.
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