Religious Biblical Instruction And Pastoral Supervision In Colleges -- By: C. E. Stowe

Journal: Bibliotheca Sacra
Volume: BSAC 008:30 (Apr 1851)
Article: Religious Biblical Instruction And Pastoral Supervision In Colleges
Author: C. E. Stowe

Religious Biblical Instruction And Pastoral Supervision In

C. E. Stowe

Who can tell what tender affections, what earnest hopes, what fond anticipations are concentrated on a group of young men such as Is found in all our colleges? Could we see the anxious, throbbing, agonizing hearts — the father’s earnestness, the mother’s solicitude, the sister’s love — could we make present to ourselves the pride and joy which are diffused through the family circle by the young student’s success and good reputation — or the mortification, distress and bitter disappointment which follow his failure and shame—we should look upon every member of college, of whatever character, as an object of deep and permanent interest.

Whatever he may be in himself, he holds relations to others which invest him with dignity and importance. Let any man watch the yearnings of his own soul towards his own son, and then let him remember that what his son is to him, the sons of other parents are to them, and he never can despise any one who is a father’s or a mother’s child.

Important as every young man is to his family friends, considered in reference to himself, he is still more important, still more interesting. There is an immortal soul, destined to a never ending existence — and what an existence! What capacities of enjoyment — what susceptibilities to suffering! What powers in that one mind to be developed or crushed — to be a source of joy to the possessor, or of misery unutterable — and that forever! And how delicate the mental and moral structure! How liable to injury! In what imminent

peril of falling to ruin! If we were intrusted with the carriage of some fragile and priceless fabric, like the celebrated Portland vase? for example, and the road was rough and rocky — or if we were to transport, through stormy weather over an angry sea, some unique product of a Raphael’s pencil, how careful should we be—how anxious lest an untimely jolt, or a wandering drop of water, should forever mar the precious deposit. Yet how infinitely small is the value of all works of human art, however excellent or unique, compared with the worth of the human soul, the product of an all-wise Creator’s skill! It seems to me the man is mad who can lightly esteem any human being, when he once considers what a human being is.

Our physical creation, magnificent as it is, would have but little of interest or beauty, were it not for the intelligent souls, in curiously organized bodies, which inhabit it. How infinite the variety of pleasing sounds, and how attractive — how enchanting the power of music! But, what is sound? what is music? Without an ear to catch the v...

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