But, listen with your heart, you can apprehend Him.  You can take hold of Him.  There isn’t one of us here, however poorly equipped mentally and in training, and too busy with life’s common duties to get much time for reading, not one of us, who may not reach out your hand, the hand of your heart, the hand of your life, the hand of your simple childlike trust—­if you’re great enough in simplicity to be childlike, to be natural, not one of us, but may reach out the hand and take in all there is of Jesus.

And the striking thing to mark is this, that we don’t really begin to comprehend until we apprehend.  Only as we take Him into heart and life can we really understand.  It’s as if the heat in the heart made by His presence there loosens up the grey juices of your brain, and it begins to work freely and clearly.

Of course, this is a commonplace in the educational world.  It is well understood there that no student does his best work, no matter what that work may be, in science or philosophy or in mathematics or in laboratorial research, his mind cannot do its best, or be at its best, until his heart has been kindled by some noble passion.  The key to the life is in the heart, that is the emotions and purposes tied together.  The approach to the mind is through the heart.  The fire of pure emotion and of noble purpose burning together, works out through the mind into the life.  This is nature’s order.

But what John is saying here, put into as simple language as he would use, is this:  “the darkness wouldn’t let the light in, and couldn’t shut it out, and couldn’t dull the brightness of its shining.”  It tried.  It tried first at Bethlehem.  The first spilling of blood came there.  There was the shedding of blood at both ends of Jesus’ career, and innocent blood each time.  It tried at the Nazareth precipice, and in the spirit-racking wilderness.  It tried by stones, then in Gethsemane, then at Calvary.

And there it seemed to have succeeded.  At last the light was shut in and down; the door was shut and barred and bolted.  And I suppose there was great glee in the headquarters of darkness.  But the Third Morning came.  And the bars of darkness were broken, as a woman breaks the sewing-cotton at the end of the seam.  The Light could not be held down by darkness.  It broke out more brightly than ever.  The darkness couldn’t shut the light out.  And it can’t.

Let the light shine. Let it shine out through the clear clean glass of an unselfish, Jesus-cleansed Jesus-fired life lived for Him in the commonplace round, and the shut-away corner. And the darkness will go.  The darkness cannot shut out the light, nor keep it down, nor resist the gentle resistless power of its soft clear flooding.  Let the Light shine down in that corner where you are.  And the darkness, darkness that can be felt, and is felt so sorely deep down in your spirit, in its uncanny Egyptian blackness, that darkness will break, and more, clear, and go, go, go, till it’s clear gone.