The Truth

I am the truth.
— John 14:6


If we understand, if we love the flower, we have that for which the science is there, that which alone can equip us for true search into the means and ways by which the divine idea of the flower was wrought out to be presented to us. The idea of God is the flower; his idea is not the botany of the flower. Its botany is but a thing of ways and means—of canvas and color and brush in relation to the picture in the painter’s brain. The mere intellect can never find out that which owes its being to the heart supreme. The idea of God is the flower: he thought it, invented its means, sent it, a gift of himself, to the eyes and hearts of his children. When we see how they are loved by the ignorant and degraded, we may well believe the flowers have a place in the history of the world which we are yet a long way from understanding, and which science could not, to all eternity, understand. Watch that child! He has found one of his silent and motionless brothers, with God’s clothing upon it, God’s thought in its face. In what a smile breaks out the divine understanding between them! Watch his mother when he takes it home to her—no nearer understanding it than he! It is no old association that brings those tears to her eyes; it is God’s thought, unrecognized as such, holding communion with her. She weeps with a delight inexplicable. It is only a daisy! Only a lily of the field! But here is a truth of nature, a perfect thought from the heart of God, a divine fact, a dim revelation! Who but a father could think the flowers for his little ones? We are close to the region now in which the Lord’s word is at home—“I am the truth.”