Sit down by the side of an Old World lace-maker for a few
moments. Fifty or a hundred bobbins, or spools, hang around a
cushion in which there is a forest of upright pins. Every bobbin
hangs by a thread that runs toward and among the pins. The
onlooker sees the worker throw one bobbin over another, as tho
she were playing with them. But how she knows which bobbin to
pick up, and where to toss it, is a mystery. Out of the great
complex of pins and threads comes a beautiful lace pattern,
regular and beautiful. So the divine Weaver takes one and
another of us, ordering us here and there, but keeping us always
attached, like the lace-maker’s thread, to a definite purpose.
As we look back over the past, we can see the wonderful pattern
and perfect work of the weaver. Just what he is working out,
for us and with us, now, we can not discern. But the lesson of
the past is that the future will be good, and we can trust the
Weaver of the indefinite to do all things well.
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