Christianity
is not a voice in the wilderness, but a life in the world. It is not an idea in
the air but feet on the ground going God's way. It is not an exotic to be kept
under glass, but a hardy plant to bear twelve months of fruits in all kinds of
weather. Fidelity to duty is its root and branch. Nothing we can say to the
Lord, no calling Him by great or dear names, can take the place of the plain
doing of His will. We may cry out about the beauty of eating bread with Him in
His kingdom, but it is wasted breath and a rootless hope unless we plow and
plant in His kingdom here and now. To remember Him at His table and to forget
Him at ours, is to have invested in bad securities. There is no substitute for
plain, every-day goodness. - Maltbie D. Babcock
Christianity
is not a voice in the wilderness, but a life in the world. It is not an idea in
the air but feet on the ground going God's way. It is not an exotic to be kept
under glass, but a hardy plant to bear twelve months of fruits in all kinds of
weather. Fidelity to duty is its root and branch. Nothing we can say to the
Lord, no calling Him by great or dear names, can take the place of the plain
doing of His will. We may cry out about the beauty of eating bread with Him in
His kingdom, but it is wasted breath and a rootless hope unless we plow and
plant in His kingdom here and now. To remember Him at His table and to forget
Him at ours, is to have invested in bad securities. There is no substitute for
plain, every-day goodness. - Maltbie D. Babcock