. Waiting at the cross; a book of devotion. Augustine was walking one morning by the seashore,meditating on the doctrine of the Trinity. Three holy persons,tnought he, in the Godhead, equal in wisdom, equal in power,and equal in glory ; yet not three Gods, — only one ! And, as hetried in vain to understand it, he saw before him on the shore alittle child, holding in its hand a colored sea-shell, scooping ahole in the sand, running to the waves, filling it with water,returning to the hole, and emptying it. What are you doing,child? said Augustine. I am going, said the child, topour the sea into
. Waiting at the cross; a book of devotion. Augustine was walking one morning by the seashore,meditating on the doctrine of the Trinity. Three holy persons,tnought he, in the Godhead, equal in wisdom, equal in power,and equal in glory ; yet not three Gods, — only one ! And, as hetried in vain to understand it, he saw before him on the shore alittle child, holding in its hand a colored sea-shell, scooping ahole in the sand, running to the waves, filling it with water,returning to the hole, and emptying it. What are you doing,child? said Augustine. I am going, said the child, topour the sea into this hole ! Ah ! thought Augustine, it is thevery thing I have been trying to do, — standing on the shore oftime, by the ocean of the infinite and eternal Godhead, and try-ing to comprehend that Godhead with my little mind ! Andthe love of Jesus is such an unsearchable ocean, without bottomor bounds, therefore wonder and adore, but think not to dis-cover the cause of the love of Christ, which * passeth knowledge.
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