This is the tuning-fork the Master used. He would have us use it, too. But each one must take it himself, out of the threatening hand that would hold us back. As the call to follow comes we must go on, no matter what it involves. No circumstance, no possible loss, no sacrifice, must hold us back, for a moment, or a step, from following where our Friend calls; only so can we be His friend. Shall we go on _all the way_? Or, shall we join the company at the half-way stopping place? Well, _it's a matter of your eyes_, how you use them. If the knife holds your eyes, you'll never get past it. That knife is like the deadly serpent's glittering eye. If the cobra's eye can get your eye, you are held fast in that awful, deadly fascination. If you'll _lift_ your eyes, to the Master's face!--ah, that's the one thing, the only thing, that can _hold_ our eyes with gaze steadier than any serpent eye. The face of Christ Jesus, torn by thorns, scarred by thongs, but with the wondrous beauty light shining out, and those great patient, pleading eyes! This it was that held that young Indian aristocrat steady, while he sold all--bit by bit, of such precious things--sold all. This it was that held steady the young Jewish aristocrat, Paul. He never forgot the light on that caravan road north, above the shining of the sun. He never could forget it. It blinded him. He "could not see for the glory of that light." Old ambitions blurred out. Old attachments faded, and then faded clear out before the blaze of that light. Family ties, inheritance, social prestige, reputation, old friendships, old honoured standards,--all faded out in the light of Jesus' face on that northern road. How to Follow. Shall we take a look at that face? a long look? Shall we go? Practically going means three things, a _decision_, a _habit_ and a _purpose_; a thoughtful, calculating decision, a daily unbroken habit, an unalterable north-star sort of purpose. Go alone in some quiet corner where you can think things out. Look at what it may mean for you to follow, so far as you know now. Most of it you don't know, and won't know, can't know except as it works out in your life. Take a long, quiet, thoughtful look at the road. Then take a longer, quieter, steadier look at Him, Christ Jesus, once crucified for you, now seated in glory with all power, and asking you to-day to be a channel for His power. Then decide. Say, "Lord Jesus, I _will_ follow Thee. This is my decision. By Thy help, I follow Thee, I'll follow Thee all the way." That's the first step, the decision. As I entered the tent at Keswick one morning, a friend handed me these lines, which came to her pen at the close of a previous meeting: "I will follow Thee, dear Master, Though the road be rough and steep, Thou wilt hold me lest I falter, Thy strong hand must safely keep.