Bible Truths Illustrated by J. C. Ferdinand Pittman

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BIBLE TRUTHS ILLUSTRATED
are reflected? But what eloquence would be necessary, what
power of description and of reasoning to bring all this, living
and real, to the child of a miner, some poor, dwarfed creature
who, in the bowels of the earth, a smoking lamp fastened to
his head, pushes his track along a dark gallery.
To him who sees, belief is easy; the thing exists: I touch it,
it is mine. To him who sees not, you must bring faith; and he
who names faith names contest and conflict. Gasparin.
288. I have bought tropical morning-glory seeds for the
greenhouse, with the assurance of the seedman that I could not
raise them out of doors. I did raise them out of doors; that
is the answer I gave to him. "But," he says, "it is not possible,
in our summer, to raise them ;" but I did it. "The summer is
not long enough, or warm enough, to raise them here." I have
raised them, and I shall not give up my argument upon that
question.
If a man says that there never was a Christ, or that He was
only a man, I answer that I have found Him of whom Moses
and the prophets spake. I have asked Him, "What wilt Thou?"
and He has told me. I have put my soul and my heart, as He
has commanded me, into His hand. Will any man now undertake
to reason me out of the result? I know in whom I have
trusted, and know what He has done for me. Is the music of
my life, the inspiration of every faculty, the transformation of
my views, the regeneration of my hopes—are these nothing?
Am I to go back eighteen hundred years, with the sceptical
philosopher, to reason about Jerusalem and about the Lord
Jesus Christ, and not reason upon my own actual, daily, positive
experience? H. W. Beecher.
289. "A Scottish doctor with his finger wrote in the garden
the letters of his little son's name, sewed cress in the furrows,
and smoothed the ground. Ten days after his son ran to him
in astonishment, and said that his name was growing in the
garden, and insisted on his father seeing it. 'Is it not mere
chance?' asked his father. 'No, some one must have arranged
it so.' 'Look at yourself,' said the doctor ; 'consider your hands,
fingers, legs, feet; came you hither by chance?' 'No, something
must have made me.' 'And who is that something?' As he did
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