Time And Pains Will Do Anything.

On Earth We Have Nothing To Do With Success Or With Results, But Only With Being True To God, And For God; For It Is Sincerity, And Not Success, Which Is The Sweet Savor Before God. The Defeat Of The True-hearted Is Victory.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.

Heaven Begun Is The Living Proof That Makes The Heaven To Come Credible. Christ In You Is "the Hope Of Glory." It Is The Eagle Eye Of Faith Which Penetrates The Grave, And Sees Far Into The Tranquil Things Of Death. He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.