When a boy I remember distinctly seeing my father at a long
distance off (almost as far as the eye could reach) on a road on
which we were all accustomed to travel, as it was the highway
to a big city. The one thing that enabled me to distinguish my
father from other fellow travelers on that road was his manly
walk. There was the graceful swing of the arm and directness of
step, with his toes pointing in the right direction that quickly
identified him from other men.
In the moral and spiritual world we are known by how we step,
whether we are stepping with God or away from Him.--R. S.
(3418)
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Jeanette McMillan writes in this poem of a life’s journey with God:
My plans were made, I thought my path all bright and clear,
My heart with songs o’erflowed, the world seemed full of cheer,
My Lord I wished to serve, to take Him for my Guide,
To keep so close that I could feel Him by my side;
And so I traveled on.
But suddenly, in skies so clear and full of light,
The clouds came thick and fast, the day seemed changed to night.
Instead of paths so clear and full of things so sweet,
Rough things, and thorns, and stones seemed all about my feet,
I scarce could travel on.
I bowed my head and wondered why this change should come,
And murmured, “Lord, is this because of aught I’ve done?
Has not the past been full enough of pain and care?
Why should my path again be changed to dark from fair?”
But still I traveled on.
I listened--quiet and still, there came a voice:
“This path is mine, not thine; I made the choice.
Dear child, this service will be best for thee and me
If thou wilt simply trust and leave the end with me.”
And so we travel on.
(3419)