AN INFANT OF DAYS by F. D. Starr

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 9, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 32.

"AN INFANT OF DAYS."

By F. D. Starr

"What is your life? It is even a vapor." "My days as an handbreadth; and mine age as nothing before Thee." Perhaps there is nothing that more forcibly impresses the mind with the frailty of human existence than the helplessness of the tender, new-born infant. Its life is anxiously watched, and measured by hours. After a little we begin to count its age by days, then by weeks and months. If its life is spared, its existence is afterward measured by years, but these, numbering at most but a few score, are, in the pathetic language of Holy Writ, aptly enumerated as so many days. "Few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage." "I will add unto thy days fifteen years." To this brief mortal existence God has promised to add unto us, if we are faithful, the years of an endless life, where there shall no more be "an infant of days," "while the years of eternity roll."

Contemplations of this kind may have influenced the life of Enoch, of whom it is said: "And Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah three hundred years." The influence of his experience as a parent was to cause him to reach a higher experience, to realize more fully his own position, as a son of God.

Here the ill-timed blasts of accident, misfortune and disease hold the life of the tender infant, as it were in constant suspense and uncertainty, but there the immortal elect shall dwell in everlasting security, for as the days of the tree of life shall be their days.

F. D. STARR.