God's Justice And Love Are One. Infinite

As The Tree Is Fertilized By Its Own Broken Branches And Fallen Leaves, And Grows Out Of Its Own Decay, So Men And Nations Are Bettered And Improved By Trial, And Refined Out Of Broken Hopes And Blighted Expectations.

My Christian Brethren, If The Crowd Of Difficulties Which Stand Between Your Souls And God Succeed In Keeping You Away, All Is Lost. Right Into The Presence You Must Force Your Way, With No Concealment, Baring The Soul With All Its Ailments Before Him, Asking, Not The Arrest Of The Consequences Of Sin, But The Cleansing Of The Conscience " From Dead Works To Serve The Living God," So That If You Must Suffer, You Will Suffer As A Forgiven Man.

What We Are, And Where We Are, Is God's Providential Arrange Ment — God's Doing, Though It May Be Man's Misdoing; And The Manly And The Wise Way Is To Look Your Disadvantages In The Face, And See What Can Be Made Out Of Them.

The Charm Of The Words Of Great Men, Those Grand Sayings Which Are Recognized As True As Soon As Heard, Is This, That You Recognize Them As Wisdom Which Has Passed Across Your Own Mind. You Feel That They Are Your Own Thoughts Come Back To You.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.