The day had been dark and overcast since it dawned, with here and there an occasional gleam of sunlight. But as I drove into the country toward evening, the western sky was all glorious with great bars of red and gold. It was as if the sun had declared his splendor after the long day of cloud and wind and rain.
Humanity's day has been long and stormy. The bright and promising dawn soon changed to clouds and gloom, when man sinned and fell. Ever since, though sunlight here and there has broken through, clouds and darkness have been around the path of the race. But the western sky is bright with the splendid colors of a grand sunset. With the brush of inspiration prophets and apostles have painted for us the glory which shall be revealed, the sublime ending of the story of creation and redemption. No Christian has heard the greatest music of his faith till he has listened to this music of the great consummation. Nor has he exercised his highest privilege until he has stood upon the mountain peaks of divine inspiration and looked over the hills and valleys of time to the final triumph of the Kingdom of Jesus Christ.