Jesus died a failure; His friends were few, and the best of them thought His life a mistake. It takes more than the span of our lives to measure their size. It is better that a great soul should be called a failure than that it should die a shrivelled success. Earth measures by what the hands hold; heaven by the heart. The hands at last lose their grasp, but the heart wealth goes on from more to more. This it is that is worth while. Jesus was right when He said that He would draw all men to Him. Then it sounded like folly; to-day it demonstrates His divine insight. Lifted up in shame the riches of His life were revealed. After all, the best in us answers to the best; it is love that leads. In the end, goodness, truth, gentleness, sincerity have the greatest attraction for men. Jesus is known and loved by millions who never heard of Nero or of Augustus. Their glory was that of circumstance; His that of character. His life lifts. This it is that most helps the world; not learning, but a life; not power or position, but simple passion for men; not riches, but wealth of the inner life. You may not found a university or build libraries or hospitals, or even write books or preach sermons. But every one may do the principal thing that Jesus did. That was to live a life amongst men of love for them, of simple kindnesses, of God-seeking aspiration, of white sincerity. The race needs not so much men who will shake it with their power or dazzle it with their learning as it needs men and women who will lift it with the quiet earnestness and sincerity of their lives. Herein is lasting greatness and true power, to live as He lived, to love as He loved, true to God, to yourself, and to your fellows, seeking the best and giving of your best. Service and sacrifice are the things that lift to the supreme places; the lower you stoop in helpfulness the higher you are lifted in lasting glory. And they are lifted to heaven, they achieve immortality, they can never die who were willing to die if death lay in the path of duty, to be sacrificed if sacrifice was part of their service. VII Seeing the Unseen _The Sense of the Unseen_ _The Brook in the Way_ _That Which is High_ _The song of sympathy never comes until the singer has been to the school of sorrow._ _True spirituality can see the altar in the cookstove and the washtub._ _People who are always off the key are never content out of the choir._ _The only version of the Bible authorized by heaven is that on two feet._ _Every life must have days in the desert but it does not need to build its house there._ _Many a man thinks he is patient with pain when he is only perverse in eating pickles._ _No man knows how much religion he has until he goes of fishing alone where mosquitoes are many._ _There are too many people to whom God has given wings who are complaining of corns._ _It is some consolation to know that when you aim at nothing you are sure to hit it._