The little basket of five loaves and two fish, carried up among the hills furnished, beneath the hand
of Christ, an ample feast. And no less a marvel does God work with all the pure
in heart who go up into the lonely place to meet with him. Be they only not
quite empty of truth and love; let them have but the poorest pilgrim's
unleavened cake of sincerity and faith; and when they have spread their
insufficiency before God, and broken it into its worthlessness for his blessing
to enter, they shall return richer than they came and gather more than they had
brought. The rules of quantity, the laws of weight and measure, do not hold
beyond the outward world; they disappear wherever the Holy Spirit claims its
own.
The smallest spiritual
store, taken into the most retired spot, has a self-multiplying power; and if
only used with holy trust, will pass the dimensions of nature and reveal the
resources of the infinite. The great Creative Spirit is ever ready to touch the
merest grain of manna in the heart, and make it numerous to shine on all the
ground. When he flings a handful of
moral endowments into the furrows of our nature, He never withholds the
mellowing winds and dews; and the germs will not perish unless we deny them
root.
Within the smallest
genuine grace he has wrapped up boundless possibilities; and whoever will but
believe in it and apply it faithfully shall never fail of more.
There is no one so
miscreated or misplaced as to have within him no germs of good, from which a
fruitful circle may be spread.
If you will but find God's
living gift within you, and simply trust it when it presses into growth, there
is not a waste place of your nature that shall not become habitable, and even
glorious with a wild beauty.
Whatever you may doubt,
there is something which you deem true; however much is common and unclean, you
have gleams of what is surely holy; wherever you are weak, there is some
matter on which your secret eye is clear, and your foot is firm. Here then is
the ground on which your moral life is to be raised.
James Martineau.
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