[Illustration: “A lovely house with truly golden windows.”]
“‘Oh, no!’ she said; ’our windows aren’t worth looking at, but stand beside me and you will see a lovely house with truly golden windows. See?’ The little boy looked. ‘Why, that is my house,’ he said, ’and I never knew we had golden windows!’
“You see, much depends on your point of view.
“I have lived to be an old woman, my dear, and I have come to feel that the most heroic lives are lived by those who put their own vexations and troubles out of sight, and strive by every means in their power to ease the burden of the world; who leave always behind them the influence of a brave, cheery, loving spirit.”
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Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and follow after faithfulness:
Delight thyself also in the Lord;
And He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Commit thy way unto the Lord,
Trust also in Him,
And He shall bring it to pass.
And He shall make thy righteousness to go forth as the light,
And thy judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the Lord,
And wait patiently for Him:
Fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way,
Because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
Cease from, anger, and forsake wrath:
Fret not thyself; it tendeth only to evil-doing.
[Illustration: "The light of the sun does us no good unless we are living in it!"]
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“The light of the sun does us no good unless we are living in it! Yes, that is just what the minister said,” mused Tim, as he tossed his Sabbath-school paper upon the table, and gave himself up to the flow of his own thoughts. “Yes, he said just that, and more, too. He said that the life of Christ will do us little good unless we are living in it; that is, unless we are Christians, it makes little difference to us whether Christ gave His life for us or not.”
“What is on your mind, now?” It was Tim’s sister Ada who asked this question as she came running into the room upon her return from school. She had stopped on her way to gather violets, and that, you see, is why she had not reached home as soon as Tim.
“Oh, I was just thinking about what the minister said last Sabbath, that is all,” replied the lad in a low voice.
“Oh, yes, what he said about people being ‘born again’ if they would live the Christ life, and that reminds me that I must write his text down in my text book. Let’s see, it was last Christmas, wasn’t it, when Mrs. Martin gave us those little books, and told us to write in them the text of every sermon we heard preached; and I am glad to say that I have not missed many Sabbaths since then.”