The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1003, March 18, 1899Various
General
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1003, March 18, 1899
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
If, in looking into our own hearts, we find out the poverty of our
worship, the barrenness of our life service, the vast proportion of
coldness and indifference when compared with the little spark of
genuine love to God and man which finds a place there, we cannot help
acknowledging that only a grain of true corn is to be found here and
there, amid the poor straw of our daily lives.
Let us, nevertheless, take courage. A single grain of true wheat may be
the fruitful parent of grand harvests to come—of a handful of grain
at first, each corn of which, fructifying in turn, will yield more and
more until, as the years pass on, whole fields of waving gold will mark
their increase.
Look carefully, dear ones, for the little grains of true corn in
your natures. The little grain of love to God will grow if you let
your hearts dwell on the thought of His great love for you. If we do
not think about it we cannot realise it, but when we do, we are so
filled with a sense of its vastness, that the living grains of love,
gratitude, thankfulness, praise, joy and longing to prove our love by
service, all fructify and become the parents of glorious harvests in
our future lives.
God’s love is such a generous love. He gives everything to His
children. In Christ, God has given to you and me the very best that
even He could give. “Shall He not also with Him freely give us all
things?” “No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.”
Seeing then that God has given us the best gift of all, and that
all good things are promised us on the one condition that we walk
uprightly, does it not become us to expel all that is false from our
worship and our lives? To be true to the core? To let words and actions
be the harvest springing from the living grain of holy love in our
hearts, watched, watered, cherished, guarded assiduously, lest it
should die and our worship become a mere outward thing—straw, in place
of true corn, the poor sham which human eyes could not detect, but the
worthlessness of which is known to Him who is of purer eyes than to
behold evil or to “look upon iniquity”?
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