The New
Dispensation
Trance
Discourse
Delivered Through the Mediumship of
Mrs. E. R. Dyar
Before
The
First Spiritual Temple
(Then,
The Working Union of Progressive Spiritualists)
Berkeley
Hall, Boston, Mass.
March
29, 1885
Invocation
Thou
art the soul close beside us, O, Infinite Love. Thou art so tenderly
folding us in Thy garments that we, gathered here to-day, though
few in number, live again that olden lay, that sweet and tender
lay of Him, who, watching beside those he loved, made them feel
that they, being faithful, did more in one short day than they
who watched and waited and then scattered, did in long years.
We who stand beside this beautiful cradle to-day, this cradle
of the new light, this beautiful watchword descended from Thee,
O Infinite Love, this tender watchword which wraps us in light
and tenderness, and more that all, guides us in faithfulness;
this watchword of brotherly and sisterly love, delight to gather
where hearts are strong and true, where principles are being faithfully
trained; where the moral light shines out clear and pure, and
where the sunshine itself cannot make deeper or more beautiful
lighting and beautifying than that inner and more resplendent
sunshine of the spirit.
Tender, loving, Infinite One, Thou whose arms reach out like mother
arms and fold us closely to Thyself, give us that sweet deep power
of Thine, which shall make our penetration keener, which shall
make our wisdom take up the great light which has been shining
forever, but which shall grow brighter as it shines on, which
shall make us accept that great trust of Thine that we are spirits,
standing between Thyself and those who wear their mortal garments,
and which shall make us feel the glow of Thy light shining upon
us that we may breathe out our power and our love and our perfect
trust both for Thee and for ourselves. We know, O Father, when
Thy hand touched this cradle which Thou hast given into the keeping
of mortals; we knew when Thy index finger touched it with a power
which made known that within it lay the infant of Thy love, in
whose clear shining eyes mortals, looking down upon it, should
see the faces of the angels mirrored there, and in whose first
cry, as it went forth into the world, men and women should recognize
Thy power and might.
This cradle of spiritual light, O, Father, which Thou hast touched,
this babe of infinite courage and wisdom which Thou hast created
and laid there; this beautiful gift which Thou hast given into
our keeping; we who stand so often invisible before men that Thee
for. We bless Thee that our hands shall touch it, and we hope
with Thee and for all mankind that when the sweeter shining comes
upon the upturned face of that little babe, this beautiful new
dispensation of light which it shall reveal unto men, their hearts
shall catch more of the shining of those upper spheres, that their
feet shall walk more pointedly in the light, and their hands shall
grasp hold of the promise made so many years ago, and in that
grasping, and that holding, a strength so mighty shall be given
unto them that their feet shall not falter by the way, neither
shall their hearts be bowed down and heavy with any weight or
care or sorrow.
Light us gently along the way, we who are thy builders, we who
are thy workers; light us nobly along the way, that we may be
fearless in the truth, gentle in mercy, tender in love; light
us bravely along the way, that no discouragements, such as come
to the heart of man, can touch our hearts, that no ceasing of
others can make us cease, and that no faltering of others can
make us falter along the way which Thou hast pointed out to us
unto Thee. We touch Thee with our love, even as Thou has folded
us in Thine infinitude; we draw in the breath of Thy spirit, even
as Thou hast called upon us to respond to it; we feel the light
of Thy kindness round about us as a garment, even as Thou dost,
in its tender shining, give grace to every heart.
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