Hi, friends in exile, got a minute?
There is no Frigate like a Book/ To take us Lands away/ Nor any Coursers like a Page/ Of prancing Poetry –/ This Traverse may the poorest take/ Without oppress of Toll –/ How frugal is the Chariot/ That bears the Human Soul –
Emily Dickinson. I wrote a research paper on her as an undergraduate student and discovered that she had a close brush with earnest Christian faith while she was a student at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary. One prominent biographer reported that the Christian revivals of the time came to Emily’s campus. She told how she felt very inclined to profess faith in Christ during those meetings, but she held back. She spoke of this with an almost wistful regret after the fact, as though a great opportunity had been presented to her and she had failed to receive it. How did this affect her years as a recluse? Did she ever find peace with God in this life?
Hebrews, chapter 6, argues that it is possible to be brought to the very gate of glory and still turn away. May this not happen to any of us.
Smiley Mudd