When
my son was about five years old we were living in one of the suburbs of New York City, and he spent most of his time out in the fields about the house, running around in barefoot sandals.
If
all Christians, no matter what particular denomination they favor, could have some substantial proof of the correctness of their religion and test it by healing the sick as Jesus commanded his followers to do,—let their faith be known by its works,—the doubters would unquestionably be silenced, and a great many of the articles on the future of the Christian church would never be written.
There
is perhaps no virtue so undeveloped in the human race as gratitude; yet we find today an ever awakening impulse on the part of those who are being roused from the apathy of mortal sense and its dreams, to a deeper, more conscientious expression of gratitude to our heavenly Father.
