| Finding the Way |
Chapter 4 |
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Here is a fragment from the genial writer: “ ‘Alice is not pretty,’ said one of her friends, trying to define her character, ‘and I never heard anybody call her brilliant; but you couldn’t put her anywhere, in the poorest, narrowest place, without finding in a very little while that things had begun to grow about her. She could make a home in a desert, and not only would it be a home, with all the warm, welcoming feeling of one, but there would be fine, invisible lines stretching out from it to the world in every direction. I cannot imagine her in so poor a place that she could not find joy in it, nor in so lonely a place that the sorrowing and troubled would not find their way to her door. She has a gift for living – that’s her secret.’”
It is not easy to let God into our lives. It is easier to yield to the spirit of the world than to the Divine Spirit. Yet if we knew what Christ could do with our poor lives, what beauty He could awaken in the, what blessings they would become if filled with His Spirit, what heavenly music they would give out if His hands struck their chords, we would welcome Him and surrender ourselves altogether to Him.
“We are but organs mute, till the Master touches the keys;
Harps are we, silent harps that have hung on willow trees
Dumb till our heartstrings swell and break with a pulse divine.”
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