ith healing in His wings." "Then came
Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, Peace be
unto you. Then saith He to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger and behold
my hands, and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side; and be
not faithless, but believing. And Thomas answered and said unto Him,
My Lord and my God."

Thomas became absolutely certain. It is my firm conviction that that
same certainty is your privilege and mine. I believe that Jesus spoke
the simple truth when He said, "If any man is willing to do His will,
he shall know." However little you may believe at this present moment,
if you will be loyal to what you do believe, if you will follow the
light that you have, it will bring you into the brightness of the day.

You remember how Horace Bushnell, while a student at Yale, felt that he
was in the way of a great revival that was sweeping through the
University. He did not want to stand in the way of this revival and
yet he was an unbeliever. He did not feel that he could come out on
the side of Jesus Christ for he did not believe in Christ. "What then
do you believe?" a voice within him seemed to ask. "I believe there is
an absolute difference between right and wrong," was the answer. "Have
you ever put yourself on the side of the right to follow it regardless
of consequences?" was the next question. "I have not," was the answer,
"but I will." So Horace Bushnell kneeled there in his room and
dedicated himself to the service of the right. And what was the
result? After he had been a preacher of the Gospel in Hartford,
Connecticut, for forty-seven years he said, "Better than I know any man
in Hartford I know Jesus Christ."

When I was a lad I was overtaken by darkness while some eight or ten
miles from home. The night was intensely black, so much so that I lost
my way absolutely. I found myself after some hours in a dense forest.
I made up my mind to dismount from my horse and sleep on the ground, as
I saw no chance of finding my way home.

But I had no sooner dismounted than the lightning began to flash and
the thunder to roar and I was warned of an approaching storm. A little
later the storm burst upon me. And I mounted and rode on through the
dark, not knowing whither I went. At last, far past midnight, I saw a
speck of light in the distance. That light did not look at all like a
sunrise. It was as small as a needle point. And yet I followed it
because it