The Light That Leads to Further Light

Men seem to have an urgent sense of searching for something that they are not now aware of having seen. They are not content with only what their hands can touch, with only what is immediately evident and obvious. And in this searching there sometimes comes a sense of thinking something seemingly for the first time and yet somehow seeming to remember the same thought from far back from some distant scene, from some far-forgotten place. And sometimes things are heard which the mortal ear cannot recall having heard before, but which somehow strike a certain inner sense of truth, a deeply satisfying conviction within the very soul. Nor does it seem to be unusual to experience that which seems new and yet which somehow seems not to be new.

Such thoughts suggest inherently within each man an immortal, eternal intelligence and such thoughts bring to mind these lines form Wordsworth:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;

The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar…

All through the centuries men have searched because of some inner sense, some light within that led them on to further light, some faith within that told them that there was yet to be found that which they had not yet found. Indeed, most of the significant discoveries that men have made come because of an inner faith in something unseen an awareness within that moves us on beyond ourselves. And with this inner urging there comes a kind of wholesome discontent, a restless reaching from something that once was to something greater that will yet be.

And so man moves on the eternal path of progress, led if he will by the light which lighteth every mana light which shows the petty things of life for what they are, which makes the difficulties, the discouragements, the disappointments endurable; which gives patience for the unsolved problems and the unanswered questions, and gives faith for the search and assurance for the future.