Tárogató, 1943-1944 (6. évfolyam, 3-12. szám)

1943-09-01 / 3. szám

TÁROGATÓ

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“Blessed are they that wait for him”. (Isa. 30:18)

I longed to walk along an easy

road,

And leave behind the dull routine of home,

Thinking in other fields to serve my God;

But Jesus said, “My time has not yet come”.

I longed to sow the seed in other soil,

To be unfettered in the work, and free,

To join with other laborers in their toil;

But Jesus said: “Tis not My choice for thee”.

I longed to leave the desert, and be led

To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame,

That I might win them; but the Master said,

“I have not called thee, publish here My name”.

I longed to fight the battles of my King,

Lift high His standards in the thickest strife;

But my great Captain bade me w'ait and sing

Songs of His conquests in my quiet life.

I longed to leave the uncongenial sphere,

Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait,

To feel I had some human helper near,

But Jesus bade me guard one lovely gate.

I longed to leave the round of daily toil.

Where no one seemed to understand or care;

But Jesus said, “I choose for thee this soil,

That thou might ’st raise for Me some blossoms rare”.

And now I have no longing

but to do

At home, or else afar, His blessed will,

To work amid the many or the few;

Thus, “choosing not to choose”, my heart is still.

Evangeline Matthies,

Jesus—By Napoleon

I know men; and I tell you that Jesus Christ is not a man. Superficial

minds see a resemblance between Christ and the founders of empires, and the gods of other religions. That resemblance does not exist. There is between Christianity and whatever other religions the distance of infinity.

Everything in Christ astonishes me. His spirit overawes me, and his will confounds me. Between him and whoever else in the world there is no possible term of comparison. He is truly a being by himself. His ideas and his sentiments, the truth which he announces, his manner of convincing, are not explained either by human organisation or by the nature of things.

The nearer I approach, the more carefully I examine, everything is above me; everything remains grand, of a grandeur which overpowers. His religion is a revelation from an intelligence which is a revelation from an intelligence which certainly is not that of man. There is there a profound originality which has created a series of words and of maxims before unknown. Jesus borrowed nothing from our science.

I search in vain in history to find another example of Jesus Christ, or anything which can ápproach the gospel. Neither history, nor humanity, nor the ages, nor nature offer me anything with which I am able to compare it or to explain it. Here everything is extraordinary. The more I consider the gospel, the more I am assured that there is nothing there which is not beyond the march of events, and above the human mind.