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To all seers this truth has unveiled itself. They seemed to catch the voice of a groaning. The deep sadness of the Homeric poems is plain. Tragedies, or sadder comedies, are the masterpieces of the golden age of Athenian literature. The interest of Greek philosophy centres round a cell where an old man lies cheering his friends with the hope of the welcome which awaits him "in some happy state," while the poison steals up to his heart. The wisest seer in Rome, weary of the rout of Olympus as the groundwork of the order of the universe, thought that a wild concourse of atoms, by some dull chance, shaping themselves into an order, might be the key to the mystery of life; but he left life sadder than he found it. Next came Christianity to guide men through new depths of pain to the issue in which the travail of man and nature shall ultimately fruit. In the Sagas the bright God dies under the stroke of destiny, and twilight settles over all, To Goethe Nature seemed "like a dumb captive sighing to be delivered" and art was to be the minister of her redemption. And now the struggle for existence is the key to the order and progress of life.

I. LET US SURVEY THIS TRAVAIL.

1. It begins very low down in the scale of creation. The very molecules are in ceaseless conflict, defeat, and victory, and yet everywhere an order and progress slowly evolve themselves out of all.

2. But as we pass up, the struggle becomes more intense and dire. Each particle of rock has as hard a fight for its place as the molecules of air and water. See how the mountains have writhed in their agony. Enter the gates of the hills and pass up to their wilder altitudes; trees are there, lonely, scattered, fighting sternly with rock and avalanche. A flower is there lifting up its delicate bell, pallid with its struggle, through a gap in the ghastly snowdrift. Nature grows more stern and savage daily unless mastered by man. The seeds of lovely and goodly things in her perish by millions. How rare a perfect crystal, frond or flower. And yet a gleam of beauty lies upon it all, prophetic of the glory in which all the gloaming shall issue at last.

3. As we ascend to the higher region of animate creation the struggle becomes apparently more dire and destructive still. The race is to the swift and the spoil to the strong everywhere. For one living thing that survives and brings forth a progeny myriads perish. Each organism has its parasite that preys on it inwardly, and its natural foe that is born to pursue it. But this ceaseless struggle is the method by which the Creator wills that stronger, nobler forms shall constantly be brought forth. The terror and anguish are largely in our imagination. There plays everywhere the light of a glad and victorious life. Even the prey of the carnivora seems emancipated from the terror; the pain is of the moment, while life on the whole is good to them and glad.

4. But the groaning becomes articulate and is burdened with anguish when we rise to the human world. The stains that redden the track of civilisation, the masses of victims who lie crushed under the chariot wheels of progress, the anguish that writes its record on the faces of the myriads who, too weak for life's struggle, fall out of the ranks of the advancing army, struggle awhile painfully in the rear, and then drop in broken-hearted despair, are appalling. When we read of heroic achievements our eye flashes, our blood fires. We have no thoughts for breaking hearts and desolated homes. But it is well to survey the wreck. Caesar at the cost of a million men brought that country which has been one of the morning stars of progress within the field of civilisation and ultimately of the gospel. Read the history of the tremendous wars by which the Reformation finally upheld itself against Rome. And now in this nineteenth century the largest hosts which Caesar could have put upon the field would have been swept like straws before the armies whose "blood and iron" have cemented the edifice of German unity. This thing for which millions of earnest hearts were pining seems to have been possible only through agony and blood.

II. It is essential that we should understand that ALL THIS IS TRAVAIL. And this truth casts a glorious lustre over all. Out of all the struggle and wreck nobler and more beautiful things and beings are continually being born.

1. We have but to compare the huge saurian monsters with the finer, compacter creatures which have taken their place to measure the enormous advance.

2. Out of this tremendous struggle man somehow, somewhere appears; and with man a host of nobler forms, while the grosser fauna and flora rot into coal, or petrify into rock, to bear up the structure, and to minister to the life of the human world.

3. As man commences his career of development, we find him in a vision of a serene and holy order of life in which the dire confusion of the struggle shall be ended, and heart shall be knit to heart, and hand to hand in fellowship and love. He surveys the struggle, and the idea shapes itself within him that he is born to end it, and that in him the travailing creation is to see "the beginning of peace." Men have prayed for the realisation of this vision, fought, suffered, and died for it.

4. The dream is realised in Christ's "kingdom of heaven"; where the healing, helping, saving ministries are strong, where the weak have a stay, the poor a shield, the gentle honour and the good power, where all that is precious grows and flourishes.

5. We believe in development. We only ask our philosophers to help us to complete it. First the natural, then the spiritual, is the Divine order. The creature at its highest, by a last and crowning effort, brings forth the human form; man at his highest, by the supreme act of travail, in and through God, brings forth the new man. We yield ourselves to the force that draws us upward, and gain new and larger thoughts of the future developments of being as we rise. And then cometh the crowning triumph. "This corruptible shall put on incorruption."

(J. Baldwin Brown, B.A.)

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KJV: For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.

WEB: For the creation waits with eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.