And these
blessed memories do not seem to fade; on the contrary, they seem to grow
more vivid and spiritual with the lapse of years. Sometimes, when such
memories would make us ashamed of ourselves and our sin, we may try to
crush them out of sight and hearing. We cannot sin comfortably with
those faces before our eyes, and those tones ringing in our ears. But
such memories will not be utterly banished; they come back suddenly,
when they are not expected; they pursue us like good spirits from a
world unseen. Eternity alone will tell how often a course of sin was
arrested, and the penitent wooed to a better life by the memory of a
sainted friend. I regard these holy memories as God's guardian angels.
They follow us with tender ministries of love; they often raise us when
we fall; they lift us above the dull level of the world; they nourish in
us higher ideals of purity and blessedness; they foster a more vivid
faith in the world unseen.
A dark, heavy, threatening cloud everspreads the face of the heavens.
But that cloud is heavy, and dark, and threatening, only on this side.
The other side, if we could but see it, is ablaze with heavenly
radiance. We can easily imagine that this storm cloud of ours may be
seen on the other side by angels, and that they gaze with admiration on
its glowing colors, as we gaze in admiration on the golden glories of a
sunset.
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