The one eternal lesson

for us all is HOW BETTER WE CAN LOVE.

What makes a man a good cricketer? Practice. What makes a man

a good artist, a good sculptor, a good musician? Practice. What

makes a man a good linguist, a good stenographer? Practice. What

makes a man a good man? Practice. Nothing else. There is nothing

capricious about religion. We do not get the soul in different

ways, under different laws, from those in which we get the body

and the mind. If a man does not exercise his arm he develops no

biceps muscle; and if a man does not exercise his soul, he acquires

no muscle in his soul, no strength of character, no vigor of

moral fibre, no beauty of spiritual growth. Love is not a thing

of enthusiastic emotion. It is a rich, strong, manly, vigorous

expression of the whole round Christian character--the Christlike

nature in its fullest development. And the constituents of this

great character are only to be built up by

Ceaseless practice.

What was Christ doing in the carpenter's shop? Practising. Though

perfect, we read that he LEARNED obedience, and grew in wisdom

and in favor with God. Do not quarrel, therefore, with your lot

in life. Do not complain of its never-ceasing cares, its petty

environment, the vexations you have to stand, the small and sordid

souls you have to live and work with. Above all, do not resent

temptation; do not be perplexed because it seems to thicken round

you more and more, and ceases neither for effort nor for agony nor

prayer. That is your practice. That is the practice which god

appoints you; and it is having its work in making you patient, and

humble, and generous, and unselfish, and kind, and courteous. Do

not grudge the hand that is moulding the still too shapeless image

within you. It is growing more beautiful, though you see it not;

and every touch of temptation may add to its perfection. Therefore

keep in the midst of life. Do not isolate yourself. Be among

men and among things, and among troubles, and difficulties, and

obstacles. You remember Goethe's words: "Talent develops itself

in solitude; character in the stream of life." Talent develops

itself in solitude--the talent of prayer, of faith, of meditation,

of seeing the unseen; character grows in the stream of the world's

life. That chiefly is where men are to learn love.

How? Now, how? To make it easier, I have named a few of the

elements of love. But these are only elements. Love itself can

never be defined. Light is a something more than the sum of its

ingredients--a glowing, dazzling, tremulous ether. And love is

something more than all its elements--a palpitating, quivering,

sensitive, living thing. By synthesis of all the colors, men can

make whiteness, they cannot make light. By synthesis of all the

virtues, men can make virtue, they cannot make love. How then are

we to have this transcendent living whole conveyed into our souls?

We brace our wills to secure it. We try to copy those who have

it. We lay down rules about it. We watch. We pray. But these

things alone will not bring love into our nature. Love is an EFFECT.

And only as we fulfill the right condition can we have the effect

produced. Shall I tell you what the CAUSE is?

If you turn to the Revised Version of the First Epistle of John

you find these words: "We love because He first loved us." "We

love," not "We love HIM." That is the way the old version has

it, and it is quite wrong. "WE LOVE--because He first loved us."

Look at that word "because." It is the CAUSE of which I have

spoken. "BECAUSE He first loved us," the effect follows that we

love, we love Him, we love all men. We cannot help it. Because He

loved us, we love, we love everybody. Our heart is slowly changed.

contemplate the love of Christ, and you will love. Stand before

that mirror, reflect Christ's character, and you will be changed

into the same image from tenderness to tenderness. There is no

other way. You cannot love to order. You can only look at the

lovely object, and fall in love with it, and grow into likeness to

it. And so look at this Perfect Character, this Perfect Life. Look

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