Next morning at church everybody was surprised, because, as a rule, they did not have flowers in church at Fairview, beyond a simple handful in a vase. Nobody, though, was more surprised than the self-appointed flower committee themselves were when the minister's text was announced. They could not resist smiling at each other. You see Mr. Morrow had been noticing the flowers rather more than usual that week. Even while he was considering what his text should be, his eye fell on a cluster of tall white lilies. He found himself studying their graceful shapes, their whiteness and fragrance, and then began to wonder at the thought that the same great God who made the worlds, made the tiny flowers, and that he took so much pains, making so many different shapes and colors, each with its own rare fragrance, to please us because he loves us. It was not strange, then, that Mr. Morrow's text should be, "Consider the lilies." THE GREENLANDER. GREENLAND is a very cold country, much colder than it is here. For three months in the year the sun is never seen; and for nearly nine months the land is covered all over with snow. We have plenty of nice fruit in summer, and many good things all the year round; but the poor Greenlanders live mostly on seal's flesh, blubber, and oil. Poor, poor Greenlanders, they live so miserably; and, what is much worse, many of them know nothing whatever of Jesus and his love! But God loves them; for He loved the world, and gave "his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life," so that, if a Greenlander hears of Jesus, he too may be saved. Now, some good men pitied the poor heathen in Greenland, and thought they would like to go and tell them of Jesus, how he was born in Bethlehem, how good and kind He was to every one, how He gave sight to the blind, healed the sick, raised the dead, how He died on the Cross for sinners, how He went to the grave and then to Heaven, how He will come again. Well, they went to Greenland and labored there for eight long, weary years. At last they got tired laboring so long without any apparent success, and thought upon returning to their homes. They had suffered a great deal from cold and hunger, and the people only laughed at them, and mocked them. But these dear missionaries had made a great mistake, for instead of telling the people as they meant to do of Jesus and his great love in dying and rising again from the dead, telling the sweet, sweet story of the Cross, they found them so very ignorant that the missionaries thought to begin with proving that God lives, and that He made all things. Now, this was a great mistake, for we are sinners, and we need to know—not that God is the Creator, but that "God is love," and that Jesus died.