It faces its hindrances and rises by overcoming them.  It finds pain besetting nearly every step of its advance, and the constant shadow of its existence is sorrow.  Along such a pathway it moves in its ascent and, in spite of all opposition, it is never permanently hindered; while sorrow and suffering continually add to its strength.  The austere experiences through which all pass hasten their spiritual growth.  They are ever ministers of blessing; they pay no visits without leaving some fair gifts behind.

Questions arise here which it is difficult to answer.  Why are such ministries needed?  Why could not the ascent of the spirit be along an easier pathway?  Why should it be necessary to write its history in tears and blood?  Inquiries like these are insistent.  Optimism assumes that the end always justifies the means, even when we are in the dark as to why other means were not used; and that it is better to comfort ourselves with the beneficent fact than to refuse to be comforted because we may not penetrate the depths of the Cosmic process.  The emphasis of thought may well rest here.  The austere is never merely the severe.  What seems to human sight to be evil and only evil, always has a side of benefit.  The soul is purified and strengthened as it rises above animalism; it is made courageous by bodily pain; tears clarify its vision.  Even Jesus is said to have been made perfect by the things which He suffered.  The universal characteristic of life is growth, and growth ever reaches out of old and narrow toward new, larger and better environment.

The soul needs strength, vision, sympathy, faith.  These qualities are the fruit of experience.  Muscle is converted into strength by use; and its use is possible only as it finds something to overcome.  Vision is largely the fruit of training.  The man on the lookout discovers a ship ahead long before the passenger on the deck.  That fine accuracy of sight has come to him as he has battled with the tempests, and learned to distinguish between the whiteness of flying foam and the sunlight on a sail.  Clearness of spiritual vision is acquired in the same way.  He who can see even to “the far-off interest of tears” has been taught his discernment by reading the meaning of nearer events.

Sympathy is the art of suffering with another without the definite choice to do so.  One soul spontaneously enters into the condition of another and bears his pains and griefs as though they were his own; that is sympathy.  But who ever bore the griefs of another before he himself had felt sadness?  Sympathy is a fruit that grows on the tree of sorrow.  So intensely is this felt that even kindly words in hours of deep trial are ungrateful if they come from one who had had no hard experience of his own.  In proportion as one has borne his own griefs he is presumed to be able to bear the griefs of others.  He who has passed through the valley of the shadow, and who knows the way, is the only one whose hand is sought by another approaching the same valley.  No human characteristic is more beautiful, or more appreciated, than sympathy; but its genuineness is seldom trusted unless the one offering it is known to have suffered himself.