." is on one
side, and on the other, "God is love." If I want to stamp "God is
love" I would not make much headway if the wax was hard and cold.
Many people go to meetings, and it is as hard to make an impression
on them as in pressing a seal on hard wax. But let the wax be warmed
up and an impression is made. If we are willing, every one of us may
be sealed for the day of redemption. "In whom ye also trusted after
that ye heard the Word of Truth, the Gospel of your salvation; in whom
also after that ye believed, ye were sealed with that Holy Spirit of
promise."

Draw Nearer

When I was a boy my mother used to send me out doors to get a birch
stick to whip me with, when I had to be punished. At first I used to
stand off from the rod as far as I could. But I soon found that the
whipping hurt me more that way than any other; and so I went as near
to my mother as I could, and found she could not strike me so hard.
And so when God chastens us let us kiss the rod and draw as near to
Him as we can.

The Panorama Looks Brighter

"When a panorama is to pass before an audience, the artist darkens the
room in which they sit, so that the picture may be more fully seen. So
God sometimes darkens our place on earth, puts out this light and
that, and then before our souls He makes to pass the splendors and
glories of the better land."

All Things Work for Good

There is one passage of Scripture which has always been a great
comfort to me. In the eighth chapter of Romans Paul says: "All things
work together for good to them that love God." Some years ago a child
of mine had scarlet fever. I went to the druggist's to get the
medicine, which the doctor had ordered, and told him to be sure and be
very careful in making up the prescription. The druggist took down one
bottle after another, in any one of which there might be what would be
rank poison for my child; but he stirred them together and mixed them
up, and made just the medicine which my child needed. And so God gives
us a little adversity here, a little prosperity there, and all works
for our good.

It Takes Time

Suppose I should send my little boy, five years old, to school
to-morrow morning, and when he came home in the afternoon, say to him:

"Willie, can you read? can you write? can you spell? Do you understand
all about algebra, geometry, Hebrew, Latin and Greek?"

"Why, papa," the little fellow would say, "how funny you talk. I have
been all day trying