Monsignor Bonomelli, in a letter read at the World Missionary Conference held in Edinburgh, June, 1910, said:
Jesus has, in reality, not vanished either from history, or from the life of Christianity. He lives at all times in millions of souls. He is enthroned as King in all hearts. The figure of Christ has not the cold splendor of a distant star, but the warmth of a heart which is near us, a flame burning in the soul of believers and keeping alive their con- sciences. Putting aside certain opinions, which, honored at the moment, may possibly be abandoned to-morrow, criticism had hoped to effect a complete demolition of the conception of Christ, but what criticism really demolished was merely irrelevant matter. The figure of Christ, after all the onslaughts of criticism, now stands forth more pure and divine than ever and compels our adoration.
We sometimes come across passages in the Bible with statements that
are antithetical and which seem really to contradict one another. One
of these is found in 2 Cor. 6, 10: “As poor, yet making many rich; as
having nothing, and yet possessing all things.” “How shall we explain
this?” How can such a thing be possible?” you ask. Well, let us look
into the matter a little. Let us take our dear Savior as an
illustration. Surely, He could be said to be poor during His state of
humiliation here on earth! His first days on earth were spent in a
manger, for there was not room for Him — as it seemed, on account of His
poverty — in the inn. Even after having taken up His Messianic calling,
this poverty pursued Him. When, for instance, the representatives of
the government asked of Him the tribute-money, the common treasury of
Jesus and the little group of disciples was found to be empty, so that
Peter must needs be sent to procure the necessary coin through a miracle
that Jesus wrought. At another instance, Jesus Himself said: “The foxes
have holes, and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has
no where to lay His head.”
Yes, He was poor, and yet, did He not make many rich? Could we have
asked the hungering multitude in the wilderness after they had filled,
and the twelve basketfuls had been gathered of pieces left over from
five loaves and two fishes; or the frightened disciples on the Sea of
Galilee, whose lives had been saved by the stilling of the tempest; the
widow of Nain, whose only son, having been dead, was returned to her
living; Lazarus and his sisters after the former had been called forth
out of the tomb, — their answer would surely have been in the
affirmative. Again, the woman taken in sin to whom Jesus said: “Neither
do I condemn thee; go and sin no more;” the malefactor on the cross
receiving the forgiveness of his sins and the assurance of a place with
Christ and Paradise– in short, the multitude of weary and with sin
heavy-laden souls, to each of whom Jesus spoke words of hope, of peace,
of joy, saying: “Be of good cheer, thy sins are forgiven thee,” — could
we have asked all these, they would surely have answered that Jesus had,
in truth, made them “rich;” that there are no riches to be compared
with those that we receive from Him, “who, though immeasurably rich, was
made poor for our sakes.”
But how shall we, who are poor, make many rich? By becoming truly
“poor in spirit,” by realizing that we have, indeed, nothing in
ourselves. When we have come to that point, realizing that we are poor
and helpless, yea, destitute in ourselves, then the Lord can fill our
hearts with “riches” that know no measure, with treasures that fade not
away, “that neither moth nor rust can corrupt, and where thieves do not
break through nor steal.” From such a storehouse of real treasures we
are then enabled, through the grace of God, to “make many rich.” Sermon by Rev. Carl J. Segerhammer.
Be not swift to be afraid; Many a ghostly thing is laid In the light from out the shade. Wait and see. Do not live your sorrows twice; Fear is like a touch of ice; Faith can kill it in a trice, Wait and see. Why expect the worst to come? Pondered cares are troublesome, Joy makes up a goodly sum, Wait and see. Better than your wildest dreams Is God's light that for you gleams. When the morning cloudy seems, Wait and see.
