, when a boy, I
used to try in vain to catch my shadow. One day I was walking with my
face to the sun; and as I happened to look around I saw that my
shadow was following me. The faster I went the faster my shadow
followed; I could not get away from it. So when our faces are
directed to the Sun of Righteousness, the peace and joy are sure to
come. A man said to me some time ago, "Moody, how do you feel?" It
was so long since I had thought about my feelings I had to stop and
consider awhile, in order to find out. Some Christians are all the
time thinking about their feelings; and because they do not feel just
right they think their joy is all gone. If we keep our faces towards
Christ, and are occupied with Him, we shall be lifted out of the
darkness and the trouble that may have gathered round our path.

I remember being in a meeting after the war of the great rebellion
broke out. The war had been going on for about six months. The army
of the North had been defeated at Bull Run, in fact, we had nothing
but defeat, and it looked as though the republic was going to pieces.
So we were much cast down and discouraged. At this meeting every
speaker for awhile seemed as if he had hung his harp upon the willow;
and it was one of the gloomiest meetings I ever attended. Finally an
old man with beautiful white hair got up to speak, and his face
literally shone. "Young men," he said "you do not talk like sons of
the King. Though it is dark just here, remember it is light somewhere
else." Then he went on to say that if it were dark all over the
world, it was light up around the Throne.

He told us he had come from the east, where a friend had described to
him how he had been up a mountain to spend the night and see the sun
rise. As the party were climbing up the mountain, and before they had
reached the summit, a storm came on. This friend said to the guide,
"I will give this up; take me back." The guide smiled, and replied,
"I think we shall get above the storm soon." On they went; and it was
not long before they got up to where it was as calm as any summer
evening. Down in the valley a terrible storm raged; they could hear
the thunder rolling, and see the lightning's flash; but all was
serene on the mountain top. "And so, my young friends," continued the
old man, "though all is dark around you, come a little higher and the
darkness will flee away." Often when I have been inclined to get
discouraged, I have thought of what he sai