HEAVENLY ENVIRONMENT N. D. PENDLETON 1923
[Frontispiece: Emmanuel Swedenborg statue from the bronze by Adolf Jonsson.]
NEW CHURCH LIFE
VOL. XLIII JANUARY, 1923 No. 1
(Delivered at the funeral service of Miss Jane Potts, Bryn Athyn, Pa., December 5, 1922.)
Our friend and companion of many years' standing, Miss Jane Potts, has, in the overlooking mercy of the Lord, gone from this world to the other. For some twenty-five years she taught in the Academy Schools, and for all these years she lived among the beautiful things of her art, and by them as a means she communicated to her pupils a gentle but penetrating influence for all that was good and true,-in life and manners,-and, as well, the spirit of patience.
When the word came of her death, her friends were content to know that the long and arduous struggle was over, that the difficult breaking through to the other life was accomplished. For some time it was known that the end was inevitable, that her life here amongst us was closing, and that the eternal life, with its blessings, was opening.
This is a wonderful thing to contemplate, where there is the assurance of the realities hereafter, and the knowledge of their nature. Where these two are given, then may one look in the face of death without fear, and even with a certain joy, as if something very wonderful had happened,-something gracious, a miracle of mercy;-this, if we believe in the Lord, and in His new revelation of Himself, and His new opening of the marvels of His kingdom hereafter,-a kingdom where there is fulfillment of all that the human mind can conceive, and of all that the human soul is capable, for which, in mercy, there is adequate preparation by discipline and training here in the world of the body.
Certainly the life hereafter is given as a complete realization of all the high and noble aspirations which have sustained our good efforts, which have prevented our falling. All that is best, all that holds the seed of what is spiritual, everything truly human, is, in the after-life, gathered together and formed into a life vessel, and, as it were, glorified by the immanent presence of the Lord. It is thus that an angel is made.
Knowing this, as we face the portals of death, the fear and the dread of the ages falls from us, the dark underworld becomes a mansion of light and joy; not a dream of formless ecstacy, but the reality of human joy; in this, even as here, a joy as of work well done, human service highly and perfectly performed, the service of a man to his fellow, a spirit to his companion.
Here we know but dull hope, covered by a thousand cares, vague longings that can hardly find a way, blind striving against many objections, many obstacles, contentions with evils of unending recurrence, and, at best, with obscure satisfactions that rarely satisfy. But the promise is, that there we shall find the joy of full fruition, the pleasure of complete accomplishment and perfect performance; for there is no hasty time there, but continued existence with no accounting of the passing years and failing powers, no saddening memories of quick ill to poison the happy present. There the things we would forget are forgotten indeed, and forgiven. Pain is laid asleep, never to awaken, save, perhaps, for some Providential cause, and then only for an instructive moment. The spirit, unhindered, lives and loves, and acts out in fullness its life's loves. It works in self-forgetfulness, surrounded by all that it loves. For such is the nature of the spiritual world, and such is the mode of the Lord's giving to His beloved. His giving is quick, instantaneous. His gifts seem born in the spiritual atmosphere round about, even before they are conceived in the mind. But this is an appearance; the outer gift is but the ready response to the inward desire, and this the result of the inflowing Divine.
Only in that world is there such an immediate answer to an inward desire, a prayer of the heart. Such an answer is given the spirit of man even here, though it is not so perceived, being felt only vaguely as an obscure solace.
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But there it stands forth livingly, instantly. Whether it be of good desire or the error of evil, it stands forth truly and livingly to sight and touch, a blessing to the good, a confusion to the evil.
All things come forth, come forth from the Lord, by way of man's loves and his perceptions,-through the minds of angels and spirits; and they stand without, round about, to sight and touch, to all the sense distinctly and truly, even like, in seeming, to natural objects in the world of nature, making an environment completely and perfectly adapted to every human love, every human need. Nothing in this environment is alien, save that which may be projected in from another sphere, for some Providential service. The environment is the spirit's very own, his own living affections, and sometimes his memories manifesting themselves, livingly impressing themselves upon the plastic medium of the spiritual atmosphere, correspondentry embodying themselves in a multitude of spiritual forms, which answer in detail to every shade of thought and every pulse of affection, the answer given respondently to every slightest alteration in mood. So that one is at home with his own at all times, and this in a way, and with a fullness of realization, scarcely to be imagined by us. Only in such a condition, such a state of life, can the Lord give His blessings with that instant fullness which it is His will to grant.
Certainly it cannot be so done here,-not outwardly, in this hard, unyielding world of inanimate nature, where the senses of man are ever beaten upon from without by immutable objects impersonal to himself. Only there can man's home, his dwelling, be himself expressed. The effort to accomplish this here is ever present, indeed, but ever unavailing. It arises from the spiritual ideal, working as if in vain, yet, as we know, not truly in vain. It seems to be in vain because it cannot be realized; only a slight impress is; made on the unyielding nature of dead matter. And the difference is just in this, that there all is living; even the stones that make the walls of one's dwelling are life forms; even these answer back to fundamental affections inbuilt,-the spirit's own structure.
Happy is he who finds his rest in some pleasant land where the waters flow softly, for there the gentle spirits dwell. Amen.
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