LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY i PRINCETON, N. J. Presented by V\erDe.r+ Adams Gr'ilolo on "5 B\rT3 13^" . Vr&5 188 9 Wood, Charles, 1851-1936. Beginning life 1#^ ^4 BEGINNING LIFE .i w Ph!llC£> OCT 1 1920 A SERIES OF SERMONS TO THE YOUNG. THE EEV. CHARLES WOOD, D. D. PHILADELPHIA : PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION AND SABBATH-SCHOOL WORK, No, 1334 CHESTNUT STREET. COPYRIGHT, 1889, BY THE TRUSTEES OF THE PKESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION AND SABBATH-SCHOOL WORK. ALL RIGHTS RESEBVED. Westcott & Thomson, Stereotypers and Etectrotypers, Philada. DEDICATED YOUNG PEOPLE'S SOCIETY or CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR OF THE FIRST PRESBYTERIAISr CHURCH, Germantown, Philadelphia, AND TO ALL THE YOUNG PEOPLE OF THAT CHURCH AND CONGREGATION. CONTENTS I. PAGE Is Life a Career, or a Mission ? 7 II. Youth 23 III. Friendships 33 IV. What shall we Read? 49 V. The Forming of Habits 65 VI. Perpetual Youth 83 VII. Temptation 97 5 6 CONTENTS. VIII. PAOH Making a Home 113 IX. Strength 129 X. Success 145 I. IS LIFE A CAREER, OR A MISSION? BEGINNING LIFE, I. IS LIPE A CAREER, OR A MISSION? "I must work the works of Him that sent me, while it is day." — John ix. 4. THE life of Jesus Christ was pervaded with a feeliug of responsibility. He spoke of himself as having come to this earth on a most momentous mission, and his thoughts were perpetually con- centrated upon the accomplishment of it. They who have entered most fully into the meaning of his life have had some such feeling about them- selves. His mission was infinitely more glorious than theirs, or than that of any human being, but all his brethren, as he calls us, must have, like him, a God-given work to do. This, it must be confessed, is a somewhat serious, not to say som- bre, view to take of life ; it is a view that theoret- ically very many, and practically very many more, openly or tacitly refuse to take. Life, as they look at it, is a career — something to be played like a game; and he who wins, though he may have broken all the rules, is to have the prize. 9 10 BEGINNING LIFE. This is the popular view that is spreading like a contagion, and no land is more exposed than our own. We have no hereditary rulers ; our ancestors preserved us from ever waiting " as sycophants iu the court of kings;" but we satisfy the servile part of our natures by the abject homage we pay success. The smart man, the man who gets on, who does what he sets out to do iu whatever way, is getting to be our national hero. Hereditary position and wealth count for less here than in England, but the self-made man, the man who lifts himself above his fellows and wrings a fort- une from the hands of reluctant Fate, is the one before whom Liberty herself would uncap if her helmet were not riveted to her beautiful head. I shall make no effort at this time to overturn this theory by weight of argument ; I shall rather attempt to displace it by causing some of the fig- ures most prominent in the English-speaking world to pass before you, and as you see that they have each broken away from or outgrown the concep- tion of life as a career, you may come to see as they saw that life is a mission. I am encouraged in this attempt by the fact that this audience is so largely made up of the young, for, as the rabbis say, " to teach wisdom to the old is to write it in water; to teach it to the young is to grave it on stone." Let me hold before you, first, as a sort of back- ground for my dissolving- views, the form of one IS LIFE A CAREER, OR A MISSION f 11 wlio uover rose above the conception of life as a career, and who would have been, if that definition were correct, a most brilliant success. Eleven years ago, in the vestibule of the English House of Com- mons, I saw a man of sphinx-like face gazing, with a score or more dignified companions, at a statue of some famous statesman that had just been put in place. This man at whom we were looking was at that time on the crest of the wave ; a man of fashion, a writer of sensational melodra- matic novels, a member of Parliament hissed back into his seat after his first speech, the leader of his party, the prime minister of the realm, an earl, and is still, a decade after his death, a popular idol ; and, withal, a Hebrew. No such phenomenon had ever before appeared in English history. He was a nimble matador, fastening his darts in the necks of his enraged adversaries as they rushed upon him while he stepped aside with a light laugh, half at them and half at himself. This winner of all the honors must have died a disappointed man, for it is doing him no injustice, if one may judge from all that he ever said or did, to say that he lived for power and thought the man either a fool or a hypocrite who ' professed any less earthly motive ; and power was the one thing that he lost before his death. He was no longer prime minister : his hated rival had the rank that was heaven to him. Life as a career even the marvelous Hebrew would probably have pro- nounced a failure. 12 BEGINNING LIFE. Compare this life with that of another English earl covering almost the same decades. No high of- fice was his, but he was an enthusiast in doing good. There was scarcely a society, philanthropic or Chris- tian, in all London that could not count on his sup- port. All the downtrodden and oppressed felt that he was their friend. Multitudes are living happier, nobler lives to-day because of Shaftesbury. Where is there one nobly inspired by the brilliant statesman, the unrivaled organizer of dramatic international councils ? Standing only a few feet away from the Hebrew earl that afternoon in the vestibule of the House of Commons was a man of a very different type. He was then supposed to be suffering from the defeat that had carried himself and his party out of power, but his influence had never been greater, and the real work of his life was being carried on as quietly and as successfully as if those adverse votes had never been cast. Even as a boy he was so remarkable, both intellectually and morally, that a young Eaton lad now famous as the late dean of the Abbey was taken to see him as a reward for well-doing. He grew steadily upon the world till by almost com- mon consent among his kin beyond the sea he is known as the greatest of living Englishmen. He too, like the Hebrew earl, has held his honors lightly, though not for the same reasons. He has gone from cabinet meetings where the destiny of a continent was decided, to pray with some dying laborer on his IS LIFE A CAREER, OR A 3IISSI0N? 13 estate. He has probably accepted gladly the great offices to which he has been called, but he has never forgotten that his real mission here, like that of every other true man, is to work the works of Him that sent him. The success of both these lives is beyond us, but not the eagerness for it of the one or the comparative indiiference to it of the other. The fidelity to a high ideal that makes one of these lives so admirable is not beyond the reach of the very humblest. Not unworthy to be mentioned in the same breath with the great statesman and the Christian apologist is the gray-haired, silver-tongued orator of the So- ciety of Friends. Perhaps he was the truest and most hopeful friend we had in England during our war. He looked across the sea in the dark hour when Northern armies were thrown back broken and discouraged, and through the smoke of the con- flict he saw the o-lowino; vision of '^one vast confede- ration stretching in an unbroken line from the frozen North to the glowing South and from the wild bil- lows of the Atlantic w- estward to the calmer waters of the Pacific main ; and I see,^^ said he, " one people and one language and one law and one faith over all that wide continent, the home of freedom and the refuge of the oppressed of every land and of every clime.'' On the morning of the first day of each Aveek he takes his place with a little company in sombre garb whose worship of God is mostly of the silent sort, but his, at least, is so sincere that more than once he 14 BEGINNING LIFE. has followed his convictions concerning war and peace, out of office into obscurity as great as is possi- ble for such a man. It has been altogether impos- sible for him to accept any position, however honor- able, that would hinder his doing as he understands it ^Hhe works of Him that sent him/' " If I could choose my lot in life,'' said one idler to another, '' I would be an English duke." The possibilities open to one born in that position are somewhat dazzling. Apparently, such a one has only to close his fingers upon the prizes that fall un- sought into his palms. Like one of our rich men's sons, who has no need to do anything if he has no wish to be anything but a rich man's son, he has no need to exert himself if he does not Avish to be any- thing but a duke. But even men who have inherited a career so brilliant have not ignobly contented themselves with it, but have felt that they too were called to work the works of Him that sent them into the ducal palace. There is a duke allied by marriage to the English queen upon whom I ask you to look, not because of the splendor of his rank or of the glory reflected from the crown, but because his view of life is that of a responsible mission which it has been his purpose to accomplish in a way pleas- ing to his Master. No small portion of his life has been devoted to diligent study of nature and of law. No better exposition of the reign of Law has been given than his. Convinced of the unseen Presence everywhere, it has been his effort to show how IS LIFE A CAREER, OB A MISSION? 15 ** The whole round eartli is every way Bound by gold cliains about the feet of God." The qualities which make him most admirable, his fidelity, his devotion to duty and truth, are within the reach of the humblest mechanic and clerk. The virtues which sliine so brightly to men's eyes when they are exhibited by those of exalted rank shine as brightly in God's eyes when set in the most lowly surrouudings. The same "■ Well done !" is to be spoken at last to all good and faithful servants, whether they come from the hills or from the valleys of earth. It is openly asserted that Christianity has lost its grip on the thinking men of these modern times. An English poet who gives voice to many thoughts that are in the air depicts this age as one of transi- tion. He finds himself, he says, " Wandering between two worlds, One dead, the other powerless to be born." The leaders of thought are dumb; they have no fair visions to w^iich to point ; they have no high calls to go in and possess the land of promise ly- ing within sight. "Achilles ponders in his tent ; The kings of modern thought are dumb : Silent they are, though not content, And wait to see the future come — v^ilent while years engrave the brow. Silent ! the best are silent now." 16 BEGINNING LIFE. But I see an old man who has long swayed the destinies of England rising in his place in the House of Commons, and in the great hush that comes upon that assembly and the whole English-speaking world when he speaks, I hear him say, " I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord." By his side stands the silver-tongued orator of England, and with him are the scientific duke and the poet-lau- reate and the most thoughtful of all the poets of our time, and they too repeat their creed : ^' We believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord." Ah, no ! The best are not all silent now. Life may be a meaningless career, as it has been, and is, to vast multitudes ; it may be a most signifi- cant and exalted mission. It is very much what we make of it. It is told of a witty dean that, ar- riving somewhat prematurely one evening at a re- ception, he was the first to enter the great drawing- room hung on every side with mirrors, and, seeing his own form reflected everywhere, he rubbed his hands and said, " Ah ! a gathering of the clergy, I see !" So men come into life where there are great reflectors on every side. The avaricious man rubs his hands and says, " Ah ! a gatliering of money- getters, I see !" The ambitious man rubs his hands and says, " Ah ! a gathering of place-hunters, I see !" The lotus-eater rubs his hands and says, *' Ah ! a gathering of pleasure-seekers, I see !" and IS LIFE A CAREER, OR A MISSION? 17 the cynic rubs his hands and says, ^^ Ah ! a gather- ing of apes, I see, making faces at one another !" while the true-hearted man rubs his hands and snys, *^ Ah ! a gathering of men, I see !" As Lowell says, " Be noble, and the nobleness that lies Sleeping in other men, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own." Let life be for you a high and holy embassy, and you will find multitudes as eager as yourself to work the works of Him that sent them. There are but two essentials for a truly successful life. The first of these is nobleness of ideal. Fol- low anything but the highest and best, and your work will be needlessly faulty. High above the fair city on the Arno, near the church of San Min- iato, stands Michael Angelo's statue of David. To the untrained eye it is one of his masterpieces, but artists tell us it is the least perfect of anything he has left us. The story is that Angelo in an unfort- unate moment accepted the partly-executed design of another, of course inferior, sculptor, and, though possessed of almost more than human skill, he was never able to overcome those faults that could only have been escaped by destroying utterly the imper- fect design. Accept any merely human model as your ideal of the perfect life, and you will never at- tain to that which was possible to you ; accept the perfect mau Christ Jesus as the ideal toward which you wish to work and into which you wish your 2 18 BEGINNING LIFE. life to come, and nothing can prevent your success. You shall be satisfied at last^ for you shall be trans- formed into that likeness. The work of each day will fit easily into the great purposes of your life ; you will have no desire to escape from your present lot into another more advantageous, but your desire will be to do what you have to do unto his glory. You will see how true it is, as Herbert says, " All may of Thee partake ; Nothing can be so mean That with this tincture, ' For thy sake,' Will not grow fair and clean. " A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine ; Who sweeps a room as to thy laws Makes that and th' action tine." The moment Christ becomes your ideal you will hear him teaching you that to be his disciple it is not necessary to do singular things : It Is only neces- sary "to do common things singularly well.'' The second essential to make this mission we call life a successful one is steadfastness of purpose. Conquerors are men who have given and taken hard blows. On their knees in the dust one mo- ment, before their adversary can cry " Surrender !'' they are up again and ready to charge. General Grant used to say there was a time In every hard- fought battle when both sides were beaten ; the commander who strikes the first hard blow after IS LIFE A CAREER, OR A 31138 f ON f 19 that wins the battle. The man who is easily dis- couraged, who believes the first person who says, " You'll never amount to anything," and either gets out of* the fight altogether or gives only half- hearted blows, certainly never will amount to very much. But the man who is determined, who ex- pects to get a good many hard knocks and some severe wounds, and who knows how to die, but not how to retreat or surrender, is sure in the end to win if he is fighting on the right side — on God's side. Are you down now? Are you out of work ? Are you thoroughly discouraged ? Dou't give up ! I saw a list the other day of our most successful business-men, and in almost every instance you had only to go back ten, fifteen or twenty years to find these very men, now on the crest of the wave, in the trough of the sea. They wouldn't be beaten, and so they couldn't be. " The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night." Have no fear of the night. Christ, your Brother, waits for you there in the darkness, and he will lead you, if you trust him, safe through to the light be- yond. Let your ideal of life be that of a high and holy mission. Set yourself determinedly to work the w^orks of Him who sent you, wheresoever you are and in the midst of whatever discourage- 20 BEGINNING LIFE. ments, aud it needs even now no prophet to write your epitaph. The world may never think you a brilliant success ; but when you die, ^'all nature will rise up and say, This was a man/^ and those who knew you best will say, "This was a Chris- tian man." And Christ has promised that he will have something to say to such a one that will thrill the soul as all the honors of the court and the camp and the forum never could. II. YOUTH. 11. YOUTH. " Let no man despise thy youth." — 1 Tim. iv. 12. YOUTH is in danger of having contempt put upon it by those who are young and wish they were older, and those who are old and wish they were younger. They who have it are tempted to underestimate a familiar possession, as they who have it no longer are tempted to belittle that which is for ever beyond their reach. Timothy, like all youthful teachers, was exposed to the possibility of being unappreciated by those of his own age and ignored by those who were no longer young ; Timothy himself is in danger of falsely appraising that for which even Paul seems to offer an indirect apology, and of sometimes wishing he were not em- barrassed by such riches. Nothing makes a young person blush so quickly as to be charged with youth. Probably every young man wishes himself older as fervently as most old men wish themselves younger. Not till we pass through youth and look back upon it do we see how very far indeed it was from being a despicable epoch in our lives. Youth is like a picture from which we must be removed, a little 23 24 BEGINNING LIFE. way, at least — if we would see It properly. '' Happy are the yoiiDg, for they have life before them/^ we are sure must have been said by a man who was thus removed by the consciousness of swiftly-coming old age. " There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pains ; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again." What prodigals we all are in youth ! We spend like princes, as if we had royal treasuries to draw from. What spendthrifts we are of time ! Our only question concerning it is how we shall pass it most quickly and pleasantly by. A queen proifers her realm for an inch of time, and the youth flings away with a light heart the small coin of days and weeks and the larger pieces of months and years. We laugh at the clock and statistics and preachers when we are young. Nothing seems to us so ab- surd as the undeniable proofs they give us that after a decade or so of years this youth that we have ac- customed ourselves to think of as belonging to us, like our names or our physiognomies, will be ours no longer, and we shall be old then like those people who we think were probably always venerable. AVe can more easily think of ourselves as wanting anything else than time. Youth has such a way of prolonging years into cycles ! Perhaps even the queen who bid so high for that single inch of time YOUTH. 25 was once young, and had, as you have now, more of it at her disposal than she knew what to do with. What a spendthrift youth is of health ! A pe- rennial spring it seems of an inexhaustible supply. Only at dawn and in the early morning the fabled fountain of Ammon overflowed, but this fountain bubbles and leaps and shoots high its waters all the long day of youth. What wonder that like careless servants we should let the waters waste, too ind lifer- ent to husband that which we think limitless ! What would not the old man give for even a few drops of those waters he scattered in youth ! All your wealth then will not seem to you an exorbitant price for that of which you think now as without value. More than Lucullus ever spent on any of his ban- quets hard-headed business-men stand ready to pay for a single meal of the simplest sort eaten with the appetite of health. They are almost ready to barter any hopes they may have had of a paradise of un- ending delights for a day of such fresh, keen joy as they had almost too many of in their youth. What a spendthrift youth is of hope ! Its exag- gerated vision brings everything easily within the range of the possible. All these graduates who will emerge this spring from our twelve universi- ties and three hundred and thirty-three colleges know just how to set the rivers on fire; and if it is worth Avhile, they will do it. They will put right the times that are out of joint. The world has waited for them with surprising and commend- 26 BEGINNING LIFE. able patience, but the world shall find that it did well in waiting. "Youth faces the sun, and all the shadows fall behind out of sight." Why croak about them? Why not forget that there are any shadows? Alas that even such apparently inex- haustible treasures should at last fail — that they who once saw everything rose-tinted should come at last to see everything in a cold hard light whose rays are like javelins stabbing every hope dead at the moment of its birth ! What a spendthrift, too, youth is of opportuni- ties ! They are so bewilderingly abundant ! Any effort to seize them is like plucking flowers in an interminable garden. There are beds everywhere as far as the eye can reach, and each bed seems more beautiful than the other. Why stop here rather than there? Just as the hand is about to gather one the eye catches a glimpse of another more exquisite still. So at last with empty hands the exit is reached. They are very young indeed who do not look back already to other days when there were many things that might have been could they but have brought themselves to take the opportu- nity that was oifered, but it seemed so improbable that other opportunities still more desirable would not, and that very soon, come within reach, that for the most part they were allowed to slip by, often without any recognition whatever. " Ah ! five and twenty years ago Had I but planted seeds of trees, YOVim. 27 How now I should enjoy their Shade, and see their fruit Swing in the breeze !" Most fortunate man was that poet if he had noth- ing more serious to lament than that. There are very few whose memory takes them back even half the five and twenty years who cannot see many places where, through neglect on their part, much sadder mistakes were made. " Had we/' they say, " but studied in school or in college, w hat an edu- cation we might have had ! Being educated, what might we not have accomplished ! Had we been industrious in that first position we got in the store, we might have stayed there to this day, and been promoted as rapidly as some we know. Had we resisted this appetite that now cries with loud voice almost ceaselessly for gratification, it might long ago have been quieted or hushed altogether. Had we but begun at this or that epoch to live as we feel now, and as we felt then we ought to live, by this time a good life, an open, aggressive Christian life, would have become almost a second nature to us, and the agonies through which, as we imagine,' at least, we must now pass before we can enter on such a life would have been avoided altogether.'^ Youth is rich, too, in fancy. There are no col- ors on the painter's palette like those with which youth transforms this sombre world. It is optim- istic, or should be. It has high aspirations and no doubts of their realization. It is a time of im- 28 BEGINNING LIFE. pressions — of first impressions. The world is all new. Its joys and its sorrows alike come with the dew on them. A word, a gesture, a look, are pho- tographed on the sensitized plate that youth keeps always exposed, and half a century hence the lines made in that minute fragment of a moment will still be as clear as on the first day. There are im- pressions traced long ago on your soul that you would willingly erase. You can forget many things with only too great ease. The book you read, the scenes you saw, the conversation you heard, yester- day, are already gliding into that mist that swarms with dim and vanishing outlines ; but the book you read, the scenes you saw, the conversation you heard, twenty or fifty years ago are as distinct as if but an hour had passed. The same events could not cut themselves as deeply now into your memory. The material has hardened. It is crossed and recrossed with lines, and the cut must be very sharp and deep indeed to stand out clear and distinct now after many days. It goes without saying that youth is the time when one should most hesitate to expose one's self to undesirable impressions. Youth is as impulsive as it is impressionable. " The heart controls in youth ; in manhood the head takes the lead.'' It would be sad for the world if the epoch of impulse were altogether omitted. There would be few mistakes certainly if we were all born into that period where the head takes the lead, but there would as certainly be few YOUTH. 29 heroic deeds that send the blood rushing with almost dangerous rapidity through the veins, and that give even the dull-eyed a glimpse of " the far-off land of beauty and of goodness.'^ It is to the young the world looks to have her cold old heart warmed now and then by some chivalric act, by some splen- did exhibition of valor and of self-sacrifice. It is to the young, an old man says, the worl