spirits. Faith is made the antithesis of sight.
It is so, in certain respects. But faith is also
paralleled with and exalted above the mere bodily
perception. He who believing grasps the living
Lord has a contact with Him as immediate and as real
as that of the eyeball with light, and knows Him with
a certitude as reliable as that which sight gives.
‘Seeing is believing,’ says sense; ‘Believing
is seeing’ says the spirit which clings to the
Lord, ’whom having not seen’ it loves.
A bridge of perishable flesh, which is not myself
but my tool, connects me with the outward world.
It
never touches myself at all, and I know it only by
trust in my senses. But nothing intervenes between
my Lord and me, when I love and trust. Then Spirit
is joined to spirit, and of His presence I have the
witness in myself. He is the light, which proves
its own existence by revealing itself, which strikes
with quickening impulse on the eye of the spirit that
beholds by faith. Believing we see, and, seeing,
we have that light in our souls to be ’the master
light of all our seeing.’ We need not think
that to know by the consciousness of our trusting
souls is less than to know by the vision of our fallible
eyes; and though flesh hides from us the spiritual
world in which we float, yet the only veil which really
dims God to us—the veil of sin, the one
separating principle—is done away in Christ,
for all who love Him; so as that he who has not seen
and yet has believed, has but the perfecting of his
present vision to expect, when flesh drops away and
the apocalypse of the heaven comes. True, in one
view, ‘We see through a glass darkly’;
but also true, ’We all, with unveiled face,
behold and reflect the glory of the Lord.’
Then note still further Paul’s emphasis on the
universality of this prerogative—’We
all.’ This vision does not belong to any
select handful; does not depend upon special powers
or gifts, which in the nature of things can only belong
to a few. The spiritual aristocracy of God’s
Church is not the distinction of the law-giver, the
priest or the prophet. There is none of us so
weak, so low, so ignorant, so compassed about with
sin, but that upon our happy faces that light may
rest, and into our darkened hearts that sunshine may
steal.
In that Old Dispensation, the light that broke through
clouds was but that of the rising morning. It
touched the mountain tops of the loftiest spirits:
a Moses, a David, an Elijah caught the early gleams;
while all the valleys slept in the pale shadow, and
the mist clung in white folds to the plains.
But the noon has come, and, from its steadfast throne
in the very zenith, the sun, which never sets, pours
down its rays into the deep recesses of the narrowest
gorge, and every little daisy and hidden flower catches
its brightness, and there is nothing hid from the
heat thereof. We have no privileged class or
caste now; no fences to keep out the mob from the place
of vision, while lawgiver and priest gaze upon God.