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Friday, August 21, 2015

THE MOUNT

THE MOUNT



The Sermon on the Mount is the greatest proof of the right of men to exist in the infinite universe. It is our sufficient justification, the manifest of our soul's worthiness, the pledge that we can lift ourselves above ourselves to be more than men, the promise of that supreme possibility, and the hope of our rising above the animalistic behaviors that we possess.

If an angel come down to us from the world above should ask us what our most precious possession is, the master-work of the Spirit at the height of its power, we would not show him the great wonderful oiled machines of which we fool­ishly boast, although they are but matter in the service of material and unessential needs; but we would offer him the Sermon on the Mount, and afterwards, only afterwards, a few hundred pages taken from the poets of all the peoples. But the Sermon would be always the one shining diamond dimming with the clear splendor of its pure light the colored poverty of emeralds and sapphires.

And if men were called before a superhuman tribunal and had to give an account to the judges of all the inexplicable mistakes and of the ancient infamies every day renewed, and of the massacres which last for a thousand years, and of all the bloodshed between brothers, and of all the tears shed by the children of men, and of our hardness of heart and of our disloyalty only equaled perhaps by our stupidity; we should not bring before this court the reasoning’s of the philosophers, however learned and fine-spun; not the sciences, short-lived systems of symbols and recipes; nor our laws, short-sighted compromises between ferocity and fear. The only thing we should have to show as restitution for so much evil, as atone­ment for our stubborn tardiness in paying our debts, as apology for seventy centuries of hideous history, as the one and ultimate offsetting of all those accusations, is the Sermon on the Mount. Who has read it, even once, and has not felt at least in that brief moment while he read, a thrill of grateful tenderness, and an ache in his throat, a passion of love and remorse, a confused but urgent longing to act—so that those words shall not be words alone, nor this sermon mere sounds and signs, but so that they shall be imminent hope, life, alive in all those who live, present truth for always and for everyone? He who has read it, if only once, and has not felt all this, he deserves our love beyond all other men, because all the love of men can never make up to him for what he has lost.

The Mount on which Jesus sat the day of the sermon was certainly not as high as that from which Satan had shown Him the Kingdoms of the earth. From it you could see only the plain, calm under the loving sunset light; on one side the silver-green oval of the lake, and on the other the long crest of Cannel where Elijah overcame the servants of Baal. But from this humble mount which only the hyperbole of the chroniclers called mountain, from this little rocky hill scarcely rising above the level earth, Jesus disclosed that Kingdom which has no confines or boundaries, and wrote not on tablets of stone like Jehovah, but on flesh-and-blood hearts, the song of the new man, the hymn of glorification.

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that brings good tidings that publishes peace!" (Isa. 52:7) Isaiah was never more a prophet than at the moment when these words poured from his soul speaking of the 144,000 and their message at the end of the tribulation.

Mary also felt the message of Jesus deserved her response in John 11:2; 12:3; Luke 7:38.

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