[Warlock o’ Glenwarlock by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookWarlock o’ Glenwarlock CHAPTER XXII 3/13
The coolness and the dew sank into him, and made his soul long for the thing that waits the asking.
He came to the spot where his father and he had prayed together, and there kneeling lifted up his face to the stars.
Oh mighty, only church! whose roof is a vaulted infinitude! whose lights come burning from the heart of the Maker! church of all churches--where the Son of Man prayed! In the narrow temple of Herod he taught the people, and from it drove the dishonest traders; but here, under the starry roof, was his house of prayer! church where not a mark is to be seen of human hand! church that is all church, and nothing but church, built without hands, despised and desecrated through unbelief! church of God's building! thou alone in thy grandeur art fitting type of a yet greater, a yet holier church, whose stars are the burning eyes of unutterable, self-forgetting love, whose worship is a ceaseless ministration of self-forgetting deeds--the one real ideal church, the body of the living Christ, built of the hearts and souls of men and women out of every nation and every creed, through all time and over all the world, redeemed alike from Judaism, paganism, and all the false Christianities that darken and dishonor the true. Cosmo, I say, knelt, and looked up.
Then will awoke, and he lifted up his heart, sending aloft his soul on every holy sail it could spread, on all the wings it could put forth, as if, through the visible, he would force his way to the invisible. Softly through the blue night came a gentle call: "Cosmo." He started, not with fear, looked round, but saw no one. "Cosmo!" came the call again. The sky was shining with the stars, and that other light that might be its own; other than the stars and the sky he saw nothing.
He looked all round his narrow horizon, the edge of the hollow between him and the sky, where the heaven and the earth met among the stars and the grass, and the stars shimmered like glow-worms among the thin stalks: nothing was there; its edge was unbroken by other shape than grass, daisies, ox-eyes, and stars.
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