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THE trend of our times is toward materialism. Commercial aggrandizement is the goal of the great nations. East and West, the mighty world powers watch each other, resolute to check the least advance that one or another may make, lest it somehow invade the rights or snatch the privileges which have to do with the acquisition of wealth. Communities, families, and individuals catch the contagion of the period. To be rich is to be envied. To increase in goods and lands and stocks and mines is to reach the ultimate end of most human ambition. The spiritual side of many a nature is hopelessly wrecked on the lee-shore of indifference and apathy, rather than of honest doubt, or open hostility, because people care so much for the mere material gains of existence, so little for the unseen and eternal realities.
Yet, the fashion of this world passeth away. In the midst of business, of competition, of almost savage struggles to get on, death lays its chill arrest on men, and they are no more in the rush of this worrying age. They go to meet and face the world that has been around them from birth, of which they have thought little, about which they have had no concern.
The spiritual, the supernatural, the intangible, is around us as we walk our earthly ways, just as it was around our predecessors on the globe when the earth was new. Angels still come hither on God’s errands. Angels hover over the cradle and stand sentinel-wise over the child whom God loves, and are with men and women in the strife with temptation, or the hour of great anguish and deep distress. “Angels ever bright and fair” may form an unseen background for our happiest occasions. An angel stern and shadowy, yet with love in his heart, comes to emancipate the soul and lead it from the body’s prison, to the freedom of the city that lies foursquare on the banks of the river of life.
It is well that we should sometimes pause amid earth’s bustling activities and hear the silver trumpet call from the heavenly heights. It is well that we should listen, if haply in our homes we may hear some soft rustle of angelic wings, some gentle murmur of angelic tones.