Joy In One's Work Is The Consummate

The Man Who Goes Through Life With An Uncertain Doctrine Not Knowing What He Believes, What A Poor, Powerless Creature He Is! He Goes Around Through The World As A Man Goes Down Through The Street With A Poor, Wounded Arm, Forever Dodging People Be Meets On The Street For Fear They May Touch Him.

I Would Know Any Man As A Christian, Would Rejoice To Know Any Man As A Christian, Whom Jesus Would Recognize As A Christian; And Jesus Christ, I Am Sure, In These Old Days Recognized His Followers Even If They Came After Him With The Blindest Sight, With The Most Imperfect Recognition And Acknowledgment Of What He Was And Of What He Could Do.

The More Man Becomes Irradiated With Divinity, The More, Not The Less, Truly He Is Man.

Only The Soul That With An Overwhelming Impulse And A Perfect Trust Gives Itself Up Forever To The Life Of Other Men, Finds The Delight And Peace Which Such Complete Self-surrender Has To Give.

For The Christ-child Who Comes Is The Master Of All; No Palace Too Great, No Cottage Too Small.