Article May 10, 1913 Issue

FROM OUR EXCHANGES

with contributions from H. H. Bard, W. B. Selbie, R. J. Campbell

[The Congregationalist and Christian World.]

It is worth while to labor a bit along a weary way to learn the finest comradeship in the world, the comradeship of patient men who have not been disobedient to the heavenly vision and who follow the gleam, though for the time the light is lost and only patient courage holds them to the task. The sense of real accomplishment presently deepens our joy. If we hold fast long enough, press on laboriously enough, something really gets done; distances are covered, walls grow, fields are plowed, harvests are gathered in, the most sodden lump gets leavened, heart-breaking inertia gives a bit. Somewhere, along the whole bitterly contested front, the foe begins to yield. Life has few rarer joys than the joy of feeling the dead weight against which we have been finging ourselves, start at last, and the long-sought goal, which seemed indeed to retreat as we sought it, begin at last to approach us.

Such experiences as these alter the whole structure of our lives. New resources are created, new powers developed; in steadfastness we have won our souls. While we have been forgetting ourselves in our tasks, the God who does not permit any fidelity to pass unnoted has done His perfect work with us. Life is reconstituted, circumstances begin to shape themselves for and not against us, the road grows better and lifts from height to height, the gray horizons roll back, the light breaks through the clouds, the sense of cumulative accomplishment heartens us, and as if some burden had been lifted, we gain the top of the hill.

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