As already noticed, St. This is the care that is the outcome of interest, regard, and love. Like it the care of the mother for her infant brings with it joy rather than distraction. Have you not noticed what a wonderful power such a care has to focus every emotion, every thought, and every faculty into one point? Ask the mother who cares for that little infant night and day how she views all. She will admit that the care of motherhood has its frets, doubtless, but amidst all she will indignantly deny that such a care distracts; the rather it brings into its channel every thought, every feeling, every energy.
It is that which unites the whole being in one service of love. Is there any privilege to compare with such a care? Davies, Talks with Men, Women and Children, vi. It measured the majesty of the gods by their exemption from the cares of humanity. They dwelt on the top of Olympus, and rejoiced all the day in a sunshine whose cloudlessness was its carelessness—its absence of interest in the problems of human want, its recklessness of the fate of those who pine and suffer and die. But Christ opened the door of a new Paradise and let man see in. He gave to the human eye a totally different vision of the nature of Divine majesty.
He showed that the majesty of God differed from the majesty of earthly kings not in having less, but in having more care. All earthly kinghood was defective by its inability to lift the whole burdens of a people; the government of the King of kings was supremely great because it could lift the burdens of all.
Man held aloof from his brother man, and he had made his gods in his own image; Christ revealed a new image of God, a new thought of the Divine. The sceptre which He wielded over humanity was the sceptre of love; because He was chief of all, He became the minister of all; because He was the ruler of all life, He gave His life a ransom for many.
Matheson, Moments on the Mount, Why, then, should we be so feverishly anxious, and worry ourselves out of all peace of mind. Why be so foolish as to carry that which the Infinite One will carry for us?
Let us lighten our load by making God our burden-bearer. Let me from this day take my family cares, and my business cares, and roll them all over by faith and prayer on God, and have no care left except the care to please and honour my Lord. It will be well to get rid of my spiritual anxieties, too, in the same way.
Let me lay the care of bringing me through on God. Let me tell God about everything, and burden Him with everything. Wilson, Helpful Words for Daily Life, We need have no fear that the abandonment of our anxieties will leave us unprovided or undefended. Better provision will be made for us than we could possibly have contrived for ourselves. Faithful hearts are not only freed from the painful pack that galled them, but, as if their deliverance were not enough, and as if one blessing were only a groundwork for another, the oversight and the foresight they needed are thenceforth furnished for them; patient and willing shoulders receive the load we threw down; eyes of sharper vigilance than ours watch for us.
Simply because we are willing to loosen our troubles and let them fly, we have not only peace but plenty. Divine energies that never weary, fidelity that never flags, wisdom that never errs, and affections that never droop or wander, uphold us. If the pilot has come on board, why should the captain also pace the deck with weary foot? If some wise, strong friend, thoroughly competent, has undertaken to adjust some difficult piece of perplexity for me, and if I have perfect confidence in him, and he assures me that he is well able to accomplish it, why should I fret longer?
The thing is as good as done, since he has taken it in hand. He Himself grasped at multitudes, but He dealt with individuals, giving Himself to each as if there were no other in the world, and emboldening St. For there was nothing indiscriminate or impersonal in the ways of Jesus, and He taught men that each one of them counts as a separate person with God.
If that is true it carries with it everything. The good news takes the sting out of all that men call evil fortune. That is the God whom Jesus has brought to us, and in whom we may rest without dismay. My child is lying on my knees, The signs of Heaven she reads: My face is all the Heaven she sees— Is all the Heaven she needs. And she is well, yea, bathed in bliss, If Heaven is in my face— Behind it all is tenderness, And truthfulness and grace. I mean her well so earnestly, Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh To bring her something good.
I also am a child, and I Am ignorant and weak; I gaze upon the starry sky, And then I must not speak. If true to her, though dark with doubt I cannot choose but be, Thou, who dost see all round about, Art surely true to me. If I am low and sinful, bring More love where need is rife; Thou knowest what an awful thing It is to be a Life.
Hast Thou not wisdom to enwrap My waywardness around, And hold me quietly on the lap Of Love without a bound? The lofty mountains, the far-expanding sea, the rolling thunders, the immensity of space, the stretching years of time—these touch us.
CATHOLIC ENCYCLOPEDIA: Humility
We allow ourselves to suppose that God indeed in His greatness can be moved by a thought of innumerable material worlds, but scarcely by a human anxiety. We do dishonour to God. True greatness consists not only in command of vast views, but also in grasp of details.
We are unjust to God, and we must feel that we are unjust if we allow ourselves to think at all. From our better self we read something of His character. Will the man who has to fulfil many functions all day long, meet the demands of business, bend his mind to give a dozen judgments, write letters arranging various matters of large interest, which involve many responsibilities—will he really be less earnest about the joys and sorrows of the little girl who has her perplexities or troubles in the schoolroom, about the boy who is separated from him and at some humble work across rolling seas and distant continents?
The whole current of modern thought runs against this faith. It insists on the insignificance of man. It emphasizes the question which Pascal shuddered at. What are we, shut in and lost amidst these frightful wastes of space, encompassed by flaming and unknown worlds? When we turn to the New Testament, we find the unseen ranks of good and evil contending for our souls, and every victory and every defeat an incident in the war of wars.
Passionate and Humble Gratitude
The battle with flesh and blood, which often seems so sore, is hardly worth naming in presence of the graver struggle. Our fight is with principalities and powers, with the spiritual hosts of wickedness. Angels have charge concerning us.
They whisper with saving voices when we are on the edge of peril. They bring back the words of Jesus in hours of despondency and gloom. They watch and rejoice over every movement of purity and tenderness. We belong, in a word, to God and Christ and the angels, and though here accounted nothing, it is otherwise in worlds where the measures are true. Robertson Nicoll. The doctors and hospital are unknown to me.
Humility in the Divine Life
The two children are the only characters, in this little dramatic poem, taken from life. She was dead. Peter says that the condition of being able to cast our care upon God is that we should humble ourselves under His mighty hand. One of the penalties of independence is that we cannot lean upon another. One of the advantages of all true sovereignty and government is that we can look for protection in the measure that we are the subjects of such rule. The independent man, to be consistent, ought to be satisfied with himself and his own resources, and never look to another for assistance or shelter.
The moment he seeks aid or sympathy his independence is gone. The truth taught here, therefore, is a self-evident truth to every man who thinks for a moment—that if we would be relieved of some of our distracting cares, the only condition upon which God will relieve us of them is that we subject ourselves to Him. My Father, it is good for me To trust and not to trace; And wait with deep humility For Thy revealing grace. I cannot see the secret things In this my dark abode; I may not reach with earthly wings The heights and depths of God. So, faith and patience, wait awhile!
Having humbled ourselves let us next have faith in God. For beneath such humility there lies a still deeper feeling, the feeling of entire trust. The hand that was found mighty to bruise will be found now mightier to bless.
When we not only cease to resist it, but strive to be led by it, we learn to do without caring for ourselves; we can joyfully cast on Him the burden of anxiety which surely grows as life moves on, because we know that He cares for us and has both power and will to give us what we need. Without such confidence humility itself is not possible. Without humility, faith in the righteousness and loving-kindness of God becomes the presumption of those who suppose themselves to be His favourites.
Thus all true humbling of ourselves before Him lifts us above the earth and makes us to sit with Christ in heavenly places. How to trust—that is the question. It is to be such a trust as a child has in its father. What are the characteristics of perfect trust?