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Michigan BRANCH COUNTY
The mechanic thinks, as he walks slowly home, "What is my life worth? If I had the talents of him to whom I have listened to-day I might be useful, but I am now only a humble workman. "
Dr. Rynd died suddenly Aug. 20th, 1884, while this volume was going through the press.
A lady of wealth and influence passes by. A faithful steward she has been of the talents which God has given her. Her wealth has been poured out with no niggard hand, and many of the poverty-stricken ones of earth call her
blessed.
The weary mother from the cottage window sees her as she passes, and sighs as she contrasts her own life with hers. As she looks back at the close of each day, she can think of no great deeds, no large charities—only little duties faithfully performed. Now a broken toy mended for the baby, then a torn garment repaired, and by-and-by, at the setting of the sun, prayers listened to from lisping tongues just learning the notes of praise. Surely her life is not worth much to the world.
Thus we reason as we look at the surface of things. Above these reigns a God who sees beyond all this, and who fully comprehends our work. Not he who has done the most apparent good is always approved by him. He sees that the simplest duties of life are often performed with a patient trust and self-denying love not always found in those who occupy high places. He lives the truest life who most patiently, most faithfully labors in the sphere to which duty calls him, be it high or low. Every department of labor is useful, and when God calls his children to their home of rest above, his brightest jewels may be gathered from the lowliest homes on earth.
BRANCH COUNTY MICHIGAN
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