You Reap What You Sow — Not

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.

The Divine Wisdom Has Given Us Prayer, Not As A Means Whereby To Obtain The Good Things Of Earth, But As A Means Whereby We Learn To Do Without Them; Not As A Means Whereby We Escape Evil, But As A Means Whereby We Become Strong To Meet It.

No Man Ever Progressed To Greatness And Goodness But Through Great Mistakes.

Brethren, Happiness Is Not Our Being's End And Aim. The Christian's Aim Is Perfection, Not Happiness; And Every One Of The Sons Of God Must Have Something Of That Spirit Which Marked His Master.

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.