If I had Time!

How prone we are to justify ourselves behind the acceded limitations of time and sense! Many of the sweet amenities of living, gentle courtesies, yes, even Christian obligations, are crowded out by the self-justifying, self-satisfying assurance that they would be done, and gladly done, but for lack of time.

The argument is that Father Time, through age and experience, has grown incorrigible, that he vouchsafes us only so many hours in the day and then relentlessly drops the curtain of darkness and repose and bids us prepare for the hurry of to-morrow. While we grant the patriarch's decree, let us remember that it is not so much the number of the hours as the harmony therein that gives us dominion.

We must first cultivate a keen eye for the nature of duties, a quick perception of their relative importance, a speedy judgment that sweeps from the field the unimportant detail and brings out the dignity of work.

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"As a Grain of Mustard Seed."
December 4, 1902

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