Article May 2, 1925 Issue

A Lesson from a Little Stream

ALICE E. CHATFIELD

John wrote, "And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb." As the little mountain stream, starting far up among the snow-clad mountains, is hidden for a time from view as it wends its way underground, so the truth in our midst is unseen to the mortal vision which is engrossed with material pleasures and pursuits. But, just as the little stream moistens the ground through which it runs, this truth is nevertheless doing its work unseen, bringing blessings wherever its presence is recognized.

After a while the stream finds its way to the surface, and thirsty travelers find cooling drink and journey on with fresh vigor. So when we, tired of the unreal dream of material happiness and longing for something higher and purer to meet our unsatisfied desires, turn away from the false sense of life in matter, the living water of Truth stands ready for us, and we drink deep and long at its life-giving spring. Then, too, we travel on refreshed and strengthened.

As the stream journeys downward it cleanses and purifies all its path. It gives to whatever it touches. The grass becomes greener, the flowers fairer, and the trees bear more abundantly. Thus it typifies the "river of water of life," which enriches and beautifies the lives of all who partake of its healing water, that river which has in the midst of it "the tree of life," bearing "fruit every month,"—a constant supply.

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