he lowliest places. When all the
work of the ages appears, when the weaving of the centuries is turned
with its finished side towards us, we may see that the man who has laid
the brick or fed the furnace or the woman who has washed and cooked in
the home and tended the little ones, doing these things for love, has
shot the most glowing colours into the great fabric.

It is not the thing you do so much as the spirit in which you do it
that makes it great or small. Faith determines this spirit, for faith
is that which fashions the ideal of the one we love, the ideal we serve
and for which we joyfully suffer. The prophet whose burning words
cannot forget lives by the faith in a vision broad and sweeping; but
not less is the faith of the humble toiler who lives each day by the
vision of his home and fireside.

Nor is this all. It is faith that draws on life's invisible sources of
power and refreshing; it is faith that finds inner contact with the
invisible. How empty is life if it hold nothing but things; how hungry
grows the heart fed only on cold facts. For each day as it comes we
need to be able to draw on the deep springs of the water of life, the
springs from which our fathers drank and found strength to lay the
foundations of our day.

Faith is not the blind confidence that, somehow, Providence will send
us daily bread. It is the faculty by which the heart eats of the bread
of heaven, by which it comes into fellowship with the great and
immortal of all ages, by which it walks with Jesus of Nazareth and
every spirit like His and learns to read life as love law and see it as
leading to eternal good.

XIX

Hindrances and Helps from Within

_Worry_
_A Cure for the Blues_
_The Gospel of Song_

_Airing our aches will never heal them._

_This would be a sad world but for our sorrows._

_A merry heart kills more microbes than any medicine._

_It is always a pleasure to boost another sinner down._

_We make mistakes; other people commit sins._

_Nothing worries worry worse than work._

_A little modesty often hides a lot of vanity._

_He whose life leads nowhere is never late in getting there._

_Love runs over but it never gives over._

_Never put off to-morrow the meanness you can put off to-day._

_Happiness rests on thoughts and not on things._

_He who has friends only to use them has them only to lose them._

_To-morrow's burden is the only one that breaks the back of to-day.