Beauty from Ugliness Print E-mail

“For we which live are always delivered unto death for Jesus’ sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.”  2 Cor 4:11

Every phase of nature about us is a wonder. Beauty from ugliness, good out of evil, everywhere. The rose sucks its life from some festering death beneath the sod. The white pond-lily climbs up out of the muddy waters and lifts its pure petals above slime and corruption. The fleece-cloud of the upper heaven is the evaporation of stagnant pools and swamps.

And in the human sphere, the most beautiful lives are the outcome of anguish and tears. Then may we not say, “We glory in tribulations; knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope.” The rose of life as well as of the garden, the sweet-scented flowers though they climb up to such a height as to overrun the jasper walls, and bloom fairest from the root of some death or loss, and grow strong as they are shaken by the sharp winds of sorrows.

Mrs Charles E. Cowman