“In every earnest life there are weary flats
to tread, with the heavens out of sight – no sun, no moon, and not a tint of
light upon the path below; when the only guidance is the faith of brighter
hours, and the secret Hand we are too numb and dark to feel. But to the meek
and faithful it is not always so. Now and then something touches the dull dream
of sense and custom, and the desolation vanishes away; the spirit leaves its
witness with us; the divine realities come up from the past and straightway
enter the present; the ear into which we poured our prayer is not deaf; the
infinite eye to which we turned is not blind, but looks in with answering mercy
upon us." James Martineau.
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