All this gives the simple clue to this word “Word” which John uses as a new name for Jesus.  Man had grown deaf to the music of God’s voice, blind to the beauty of His face, slow-hearted to the pleading of His presence.  His hand was touching us but we didn’t feel it.  So He came in a new way, in a very homely close-up way and walked down our street into our own doors that we might be caught by the beauty of His face, and thrilled by the music of His voice, and thralled by the spell of His presence.

God at His Best.

John goes on:  and this wondrous One was with God.  There were two of them.  And the two were together.  They were companions, they were friends, fellows together. And this One was God.  Each was the same as the other. This is the same One who was in the later creative beginning with God.  It was through this One that all things were made.  And, of all things that have been made, not any thing was made without Him.

You remember that John’s Gospel and Genesis begin in the same way,—­“in the beginning.”  But John’s “in the beginning,” the first one, is not the same as the Genesis “in the beginning.”  John’s is the beginning before there was any beginning.  It is the beginning before they had begun making calendars on the earth, because there wasn’t any earth yet to make calendars on.  Then this second time the phrase is used John comes to the later creative beginning with which Genesis opens.  This is what John is saying here.

“In Him was life.”  Out of Him came life.  Out of Him comes life.  There was no life, there is none, except what was in this One, and what came, and comes out from Him all the time.  How patient God is!  There walks a man down the street.  He leaves God out of his life.  He may remember Him so far as to use His name blasphemously to punctuate and emphasize what he is saying.  Yonder walks a woman in the shadow of the street at night.  And her whole life is spent walking in the dark shadow of the street of life.  And her whole life is a blasphemy against her personality, and against the God who gave her that precious sacred personality.

Take these two as extreme illustrations.  There is life there; life of the body, of the mind, life of the human spirit.  Listen softly, all the life there is there, is coming out all the time from this One of whom John is talking.  It is not given once as a thing to be taken and stored.  It is being given.  It is coming constantly with each breath, from this wondrous One.  This is what John is saying here.

How patient God is!  Only we don’t know what patience is.  We know the word, the label put on the outside.  We don’t know the thing, except sometimes in very smallest part.  For patience is love at its best.  Patience is God at His strongest and tenderest and best.

I think likely when we get up yonder, we’ll stop one another on the golden streets.  There’ll be a hand put out, gripping the other hard.  And we’ll look into each other’s eyes with our eyes big.  And we’ll say with breaking voices, “How patient God was with us down there on the earth, down there in London and New York.”