If an angel comes
up neat and smiling and says "Permit me to introduce myself --I
am the great lexicographer," we shall say "Tell that to some
other angel. The great Samuel was dirty and wheezy, and I liked
him that way."
And children. The idea of children in heaven flying about with
their little fluffy wings is fascinating. But would eternal
childhood be fair to them? If a babe dies while teething, shall
it remain forever toothless? How shall its mother know it if it
is allowed to grow up?
Listen to Heine--that marvellous genius of the Jewish race:
"Yes, yes! You talk of reunion in a transfigured shape. What
would that be to me? I knew him in his old brown surtout, and so
I would see him again. Thus he sat at table, the salt cellar and
pepper caster on either hand. And if the pepper was on the right
and the salt on the left hand he shifted them over. I knew him
in a brown surtout, and so I would see him again."
Thus he spoke of his dead father. Thus many of us think and
speak of those that are gone. How foolish to hope for the
preservation of what is imperfect!
How important to have FAITH, and to feel that reality will
surpass anticipation, and that whatever IS will be the best thing
for us and satisfy us utterly.
THREE WATER DROPS CONVERSE
Three drops of water, stranded in a crevice on the side of an
inland mountain, talked in this way:
First Drop--"They say there is an ocean whence we came and to
which we shall return.
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