Part 39 (2/2)
This work was progressing in spite of various delays, and at the end of the following year the beautiful building was fully ready for use. It was filled as soon as opened. Doubtless, curiosity had something to do with the crowded services; yet Ian was already much beloved among all cla.s.ses and conditions of men and women, for the love of G.o.d, which filled and influenced his whole life, attracted to him the love of all who met him. Many remembered him as a haughty cleric, full of learning, and not very approachable, even to his own congregation. But this new Ian was always smiling and kindly, ready to cure the wounded and heal the sick and to give with love and sympathy all the consolations that flow from the reality of heavenly things.
The opening of the new church was a great day in Glasgow. There was not even standing room for one more wors.h.i.+per, and when Ian saw a large contingent from the old Church of the Disciples present he was very happy. And as he looked at them his face shone with love and they saw it as the face of a Man of G.o.d. Tender and inspiring was the sermon he preached that day, and one sentence in it went--no one knew how--the length and breadth of Scotland. Yea, before it had been spoken half an hour there came to him testimony that it had begun its mission. For, as he was walking leisurely down Sanchiehall Street, Bailie Muir, an old cla.s.s-mate at St. Andrews, joined him.
”O man! man!” he cried in an exultant voice, ”I bless you for some words you said to-day! I have been longing to hear them, though I knew not until this morning what I wanted.”
”And you know now, Bailie?”
”Yes. You said that we came here to _work out_ our salvation with fear and trembling. Listen! You said, '_Immortality is an achievement!_ It is not a favor, not a gift, not a selection, not a chance; it is something we must work for--something we must win. _Immortality is an achievement!_' Are these words true?”
”They are faithful and true words. Come home with me and we will talk them over.”
Thus out of the old paths and into the brighter new ones this great heart led his people. By day or night he knew no weariness in well-doing. His loving kindness was a constant over-flowing of self on others--a heavenly thing, springing from the soul just at that point where the divine image is nearest and clearest.
Do you ask if he is preaching to-day? It is not impossible. Yet my feeling is that by the full employment of a holy life he arrived some years ago at maturity for death. Such a man could not linger too long on the Border Land. Christ himself would speak the _compelle intrare_, ”Enter! Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord!”
THE END
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