Continuing from Monday:
. . . but is not time, . . . just such a mirror as this?
You look at yourself as you are at the passing moment, and your self-importance and self-sufficiency are wondrously magnified; magnified to the measure of your own conceit. But draw back a little. You let a few yesterdays pass by. And now you look for the same image but another has taken its place. What is it? A man standing on his head. you see the visions and hopes of other days reversed. Defeated plans seem to stand on their head, or vainly essay to walk on, with feet reversed, the thin and yielding air. But this is not the end: let the yesterdays become years. Stand at that point where, with time behind and only eternity ahead, your life comes out with a new and startling distinctness. It is not only an image you behold, but your own self. You lift the veil of memory, and a finger is pointed at you. You open your lips to excuse or confess, and there too, are lips that move, though they utter not a sound. you start back in terror, confronted by what you dread above all else to meet, trembling to face in its true features, the look and bearing of your own soul.
And my thoughts in regard to that are, though whether or not we all have some kind of feeling of safety, we need to look at our real self, and decide whether or not, when judgment comes, we will be ready to say to our Holy God, “It is through the work of your Son on the Cross that I am here.” And when we are able to do that, we will have a real ‘safety indicator.’