tellectual pride. He must become as a little child. Prejudices,
preconceived opinions and beliefs always stand in the way of true wisdom.
Conceited opinions are always suicidal in their influences. They bar the
door to the entrance of truth.

All about us we see men in the religious world, in the world of science,
in the political, in the social world, who through intellectual pride are
so wrapped in their own conceits and prejudices that larger and later
revelations of truth can find no entrance to them; and instead of growing
and expanding, they are becoming dwarfed and stunted, and still more
incapable of receiving truth. Instead of actively aiding in the progress
of the world, they are as so many dead sticks in the way that would
retard the wheels of progress. This, however, they can never do. Such
always in time get bruised, broken, and left behind, while God's
triumphal car of truth moves steadily onward.

When the steam engine was still being experimented with, and before it
was perfected sufficiently to come into practical use, a well-known
Englishman--well known then in scientific circles--wrote an extended
pamphlet proving that it would be impossible for it ever to be used in
ocean navigation, that is, in a trip involving the crossing of the ocean,
because it would be utterly impossible for any vessel to carry with it
sufficient coal for the use of its furnace. And the interesting feature
of the whole matter was that the very first steam vessel that made the
trip from England to America, had among its cargo a part of the first
edition of this carefully prepared pamphlet. There was only the one
edition. Many editions might be sold now.

This seems indeed an amusing fact; but far more amusing is the man who
voluntarily closes himself to truth because, forsooth, it does not come
through conventional, or orthodox, or heretofore accepted channels; or
because it may not be in full accord with, or possibly may be opposed to,
established usages or beliefs. On the contrary--

"Let there be many windows in your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. Not the narrow pane
Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays
That shine from countless sources. Tear away
The blinds of superstition: let the light
Pour through fair windows, broad as truth itself
And high as heaven. . . . Tune your ear
To all the worldless music of the stars
And to the voice of nature, and your h