Quiet Talks with World Winners Part 9

I found a bit of a poem in a magazine some time ago that caught fire as I read it. It was written, I judge, in a personal sense; but it came to me at once with a wider meaning; and it persists in so coming at every reading of it.

In this poem there is some one knocking at a door for admission, and a voice without calls,

"'Friend, open to Me.' Who is this that calls?

Nay, I am deaf as are my walls; Cease crying, for I will not hear Thy cry of hope or fear.

What art thou indeed That I should heed Thy lamentable need?

Hungry, should feed, Or stranger, lodge thee here?

But the voice persists--

"'Friend, My feet bleed.

Open thy door to Me and comfort Me.'

'I will not open; trouble me no more.

Go on thy way footsore, I will not arise and open unto thee.

And still the pleading,

"'Then is it nothing to thee? Open, see Who stands to plead with thee.

Open, lest I should pa.s.s thee by, and thou One day entreat My face And cry for grace, And I be deaf as thou art now; Open to Me'

"Then I cried out upon him: Cease, Leave me in peace; Fear not that I should crave Aught thou may'st have.

Leave me in peace, yea, trouble me no more, Lest I arise and chase thee from my door.

What! shall I not be let Alone, that thou dost vex me yet?

"But all night long that voice spake urgently-- 'Open to Me.'

Still harping in mine ears-- 'Rise, let Me in.'

Pleading with tears-- 'Open to Me, that I may come to thee.'

While the dew dropp'd, while the dark hours were cold-- 'My feet bleed, see My Face, See My hands bleed that bring thee grace, My heart doth bleed for thee-- Open to Me.'

"So, till the break of day; Then died away That voice, in silence as of sorrow; Then footsteps echoing like a sigh Pa.s.s'd me by; Lingering footsteps, slow to pa.s.s.

On the morrow I saw upon the gra.s.s Each footprint mark'd in blood, and on my door The mark of blood forevermore."[10]

That same voice still comes with a strangely gentle persistence--

"Inasmuch as ye did it Unto one of these my brethren, even these least, Ye did it unto Me.

"Inasmuch as ye did it not Unto one of these least, Ye did it not unto Me."[11]

The Pressing Emergency

The October Panic.

Danger and Victory Eying Each Other.

Spirit Contests.

A Crisis of Neglect and Success.

A Westernized Heathenism.[A]

A Powerless Christianity.

Death or Deep Water.

Saved by Saving.

The Pressing Emergency

The October Panic.

A man walked up the steps of a well-known bank in lower New York one morning, about a half-hour before opening-time, and stood before the shut door. In a few minutes another came, and stood waiting beside him. Others came, one by one, until soon a small group stood in line, waiting for the door to open.

A messenger boy, coming down the street, quickly took in the unusual sight. He wasn't old enough to have been through any of New York's notable panics, and he had never witnessed a run on a bank; but quick as a flash, or as a Wall-Street messenger boy, he knew as though by instinct that a run was on at that bank. Instantly he started running down the street to tell others.

No prairie wild-fire ever spread so quickly as the news ran over 'phone wires of the beginning of that run. As though by some sort of invisible ether-waves, the news seemed to spread through the financial district.

Every bank president seemed to know at once. Then it spread throughout the city, and the greater city.

So began what has been called the October panic of last year, which quickly spread through the land, and then throughout the world until every country bank here, and every capital city abroad, felt the sharp tightening of the money-bag strings.

It was a strange panic. You couldn't just tell what was responsible for it. The very variety of explanations, editorial and other, told of the lack of a common understanding of what caused it. There had been no famine or drought. The crops, the chief financial barometer of the country's condition, had been remarkably abundant. There had been no overproduction or glutting of the industrial world. Indeed, great numbers of concerns had been embarra.s.sed by orders that they couldn't fill fast enough. The cause seemed to be wholly in people's minds. A spirit of distrust of some of the great money leaders and of their methods was abroad. That feeling of fear sent a few men, by an unplanned concert of action, to a certain bank before ten o'clock one morning.

The unusual sight of a few men standing in line waiting for the opening of that bank door was like a lighted match to a barn full of dry hay. At the first inkling of a suggestion of a financial panic money began to disappear. Nothing is so cowardly in its cautiousness as money.

Scholarship comes next to it. The savings of years have the tightest grip on most human hands. As though by magic, money began hunting dark holes in stockings and cellars and safety-deposit boxes. And the hard grip of the panic was quickly felt everywhere. It was a fear panic. A terrible danger was at hand.

At once the regular habit of life was disturbed for great numbers of men.

The Secretary of the Treasury quit his Washington desk and spent several days in New York so as to be able to give the help of the Government's funds and enormous prestige where they would count for most, and to give promptly. Bank officials and other financial leaders cut social engagements and everything else that could be cut, and devoted themselves to meeting the sudden emergency. They ate scantily, both to save time and for lack of appet.i.te, and to help keep their heads clear for quick decisive thinking and action. The tension was intense. Men sat up all night conferring on best measures.

A group of the leading money men met in the private quarters of one of their numbers, about whose rugged personality and leadership they instinctively rallied. More than one night the gray dawning light of the morning found them, with white, drawn faces, still in conference. The emergency gripped them. An emergency always does. The habits of life are upset, helter-skelter, in the effort to avert the threatening danger. That was an emergency in the money world. Grave danger threatened. Everything else was forgotten, and every bit of available resource strained to turn the danger aside. It was turned aside. That was a splendid achievement.

And even though men have been feeling the effects for this whole year, what they have felt is as nothing compared with what might have come.

Danger and Victory Eying each other.

An emergency means a great danger threatening, perhaps the very life. But it means, too, that if the danger can be gripped and overcome there will be great victory. Two possibilities come up close and stare each other angrily in the face; the possibility of great disaster impending, and of great victory over it within grasp, if there be a reaching hand to grasp it. The deciding thing is the human element, the strong, quick hand stretched out. If strength can be concentrated, the situation gripped, then great victory is a.s.sured. But it takes the utmost concentration of strength, with rare wisdom and quick steady action, to turn the tide toward flood. If this is not done, either because of lack of leadership or of enough strength or enough interest, disaster comes.

Just such emergencies come to us constantly. A severe illness lays its hand upon a loved one in the home. The crisis comes. Death and life stand in the sick-room eying each other. Either one may be victor. No one can tell surely which it will be. And every effort is strained, the habit of life broken, other matters forgotten and neglected, that death may be staved off, and life wooed to stay. And when the crisis pa.s.ses safely the joy over the new lease of life makes one forget all the cost of strain and effort.

Who of us cannot recall some time back there, when some emergency came in personal business matters, and personal and home expenses and plans were cut down to the lowest notch, to the bleeding-point, that the emergency might be safely met.

Teachers and parents know that moral emergencies come at intervals in a child's life, until young manhood and womanhood are reached. One of the greatest tasks in child-training is to note the emergency, and meet it successfully. And what keenness and patience and subtlety it does take only he knows who has been through the experience.