Who could have
imagined such a look? Who could have witnessed--perhaps
felt--such infinite sorrow and yet dared to lift it up by Faith
into a peace so pure? Or was it a mere conception? If so, what a
soul the unknown carver must have had; for creator and
handicraftsman must have been one; no two minds could have been
in such perfect harmony. Whatever it was--however it came
there--imaginer, carver, sufferer, all were long passed away.
Human art was ended--human life done--human suffering over; but
this remained; it stilled Ruth's beating heart to look on it. She
grew still enough to hear words which have come to many in their
time of need, and awed them in the presence of the extremest
suffering that the hushed world had ever heard of.
The second lesson for the morning of the 25th of September is the
26th chapter of St. Matthew's Gospel.
And when they prayed again Ruth's tongue was unloosed, and she
also could pray, in His name who underwent the agony in the
garden.
As they came out of church, there was a little pause and
gathering at the door. It had begun to rain; those who had
umbrellas were putting them up; those who had not were
regretting, and wondering how long it would last. Standing for a
moment, impeded by the people who were thus collected under the
porch, Ruth heard a voice close to her say, very low, but very
distinctly--
"I have much to say to you--much to explain.
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