A Pen. Portrait of Jesus by Arthur H. Gleason

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 20, 1916

A Pen. Portrait of Jesus

By Arthur H. Gleason

To His lovely spirit we bring our sadness and our frailty. His gentle thought knows no alien races, no outcast men or women. He gathers us all, Jew and Gentile, toil-worn and disinherited, within the healing of His love. We need His homely ways, who had no scorn for unsuccess. We need His simple speech, whose words could touch the heart of grief. . . . Many years ago, with a tender ministration, He took away the hurt from troubled hearts, and still the thought of Him brings comfort for what is bruised with striving, and comradeship for what has never been at home in life. The journey is sweeter with Him in company. His care for us is more understanding than the heart of all other friends, for in the hour of need they are sometimes very far away. His love is so sure that we take it for granted, so forgiving that we are careless of it, trusting it as we trust the sun continuing in the heavens. It sends out its gentle rays into the immense emptiness of life. It would wait, sorrowful and full of remembrance, through a lifetime of years. Inside its golden circumference it includes all the wide areas of the human spirit, rising through the radiance of youth to manhood’s term of power, and falling away to the final dissolution.—Arthur H. Gleason.