Which Way ?

In the black fog of one night in London , when with a crash the train came to a standstill near Blackfriars Bridge , "Jump!"said some voice out of the darkness to the guard ; and he answered in his panic , "Which way ?" In the freezing stillness of the last dead-stop , when you must let go from the body , you Christians will not have to say , "Which way?" There will be" hands " held out to catch ; hands that are familiar ; hands that no unassisted light of reason could ever find ; hands that the mighty sceptered souls of antiquity knew nothing of . Even Aristotle , one of the mightiest of them all , was only like a blind man feeling about in the darkness to find these hands , and saying pathetically , "Shamefully did I enter into the world , in anxiety have I lived , in perturbation I die ."   " Voices from Calvary "