| Devotional Hours with the Bible |
Chapter 20 |
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Did you ever sit down quietly and think over what you will be, and where you will be, after you are dead? These lines appeared in a religious paper — the author’s name not given:
Think that the grass upon thy grave is green;
Think that thou seest thine own empty chair,
The empty garments thou wast wont to wear,
The empty room where long thy haunt hath been;
Think that the lane, the meadow, and the wood,
And mountain summit, know thy feet no more,
Nor the loud thoroughfare, nor sounding shore—
All mere blank space where thou thyself hast stood.
Amid this thought-created silence, say
To thy stripped soul: ‘What am I now, and where?’
Then turn and face the petty, narrowing care
Which has been gnawing thee for many a day,
And it will die, as dies a wailing breeze,
Lost in the solemn roar of bounding seas.
Think what it will be to be where Christ is. “Where I am, there shall also my servant be.” Think of reward. People sometimes call it sacrifice now, talking dolefully of how much they have given up in their life of self-denial. Call it not sacrifice to give up your own way to give others joy and do them good, even to give up your life that others may be saved. Sacrifice! “Where I am, there shall also my servant be.” Oh, no, not sacrifice, but glory.
‘Life’s weary lessons are all learned,’ she said,
‘And school is out.’ We bent, and she was dead.
“Where I am, there shall also my servant be.”
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