Humanism in all it’s tarnished glory.
This poem, often read at Graduations gives us the idea that our souls are unconquerable, our personal best is not only possible, the attainment of it brings happiness and joy. But even the lost know in their hearts what a bitter lie that often is. Climbing higher and higher, searching for earthly success and the feeling of contentment, we build on pride, self centered accomplishment and vain glories.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Hensley
Truth on the other hand sets the record straight. All that hard work, earthly success and personal fulfillment is reduced to mere kindle before a Holy God.
Ephesians 2:1-9 “And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins; “Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience: Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others. But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:Not of works, lest any man should boast.”
So we end in Truth in all it’s everlasting glory. It transcends circumstance, cuts right through the marrow of pride and in eternity takes the sting of death, tears and pain. Dorthea Day’s poem pretty much says it all.
Out of the night that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ the conqueror of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with Him! And His the aid,
Despite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and shall keep me, unafraid.
I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.