| The Every Day of Life |
Chapter 5 |
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So it is our mission to be helpers, never hinderers, of others’ faith and hope. Wherever we find one who is weary or disheartened it is our part to take them by the hand and help them to rise, and to hold them by the hand till they are able to walk in safety. One word of discouragement from us in the presence of a human struggler is treason to a soul we are set to help and protect with our own life. Here are some lines, which give us our lesson:–
“So you fell just now in the mud, poor heart!
And to try to rise and be clean is vain?
Take both my hands, now, and do your part.
So you stand on your feet again.
Did nobody tell you your feet might slip?
Did some one push you? (such things are done.)
Was your path so rough that your needs must trip?
Ah! the blame is on many–not on one.
Sobbing still over that ugly stain?
I may not comfort or hush you, dear.
Through such sad tears in their burning rain
Christ and his cross show clear.
Must you go sorrowing all your day?
Dear, in suffering souls grow white;
Keep my hand through this stony way–
See where the west turns bright.”
That is very beautiful. The world is ever full of human lives whose eternal destiny seems to depend upon whether they meet cloud or sunshine, encouragement or discouragement, hope or despair, in the faces that look into theirs. Guides sometimes warn tourists among the Swiss Mountains not to speak as they pass certain points. Even the reverberation of a whisper in the air may start a poised avalanche from its place on the crags.
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