November 30

The Christian life is the only life that will ever be completed. Apart from Christ the life of man is a broken pillar, the race of men an unfinished pyramid. One by one, in sight of Eternity, all human Ideals fall short; one by one, before the open grave all human hopes dissolve. The Laureate sees a moment's light in Nature's jealousy for the Type; but that too vanishes.

"So careful of the type?" but no From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing, all shall go.'

All shall go? No, one Type remains. "Whom He did foreknow He did also predestinate to be conformed to the Image of His Son." And "when Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with Him in glory."