The Tupelo journal., 1903-08-07
WHERE IS YOUR Yesterday
The Glory of Life Comes Not from
What We Do or Know, But
What We Are.

Was the record OF that yesterday One
you could fold away in your memory
with a feeling Of satisfaction, knowing
that the angel who stopped with you
through its short hours went home to the
Father and repeated with joy your efforts
to do some good? Your courage in the
face of pain, your st~eadfastness when
temptation assailed you, and the Joy
was mingled with sympathy at the re-
membrance of the crucifixion Of self
that had to be for another's happiness.
Did you do good by your sweetness and
~cheerfulness, bringing not only a little
sunshine, but a faint breeze of hope to
a discouraged soul-and perhaps better
than all-if you are n of His did you
tell it? Not in words, perhaps, but in
acts that breathed the spirit of the
Master, helpful acts that steadied and
strengthened one weaker than you. If
your record reads thus, then you can
be sure where your yesterday is, In the
Fathers keeping, and the work you did
He will increase a t~housandfold, so
that you will stand awed at the wonder
full results that have been e~nlarging
through the years from your one little
day of service.
Where is your yesterday? How many
yesterdays we have striven-and are
still striving to forget. We would not
have kept their record if we could have
persuaded memory to leave the g
blank, but something must be written
each day, and there is no bribing mem
DRY to write falsely. The record she
keeps is well-nigh faultless, and we dare
not deny the truths she so patiently and
faithfully inscribes upon our minds and
hearts.
There have been yesterdays that
we would live over again just for
the gladness of them; bright, happy
easy to be good" because life was
sweet and the world-our little world
smiled on us so brightly. If service was
needed it was quickly rendered, for light
hearts bear burdens easily and hap
piness grows from the dividing. These
yesterdays" are precious memories,
but how Of those in which we failed
even in the desire to be of service? The
selfish days when our own will-pleas-
ure, controlled us. The eventime came,
n we could think of no good accom-
plished; we had simply lived, not ex-
banded, nor advanced; dwarfed, rather,
because we had refused to grow, and
not because God willed it so. But even
those yesterdays are not so disas-
trous as the ones in which we have been
the means of another's stumbling. We
were not only selfish, but cruel, when we
stood in the way of some who trusted
us, perhaps, and who through their
very love were easily influenced to fol-
low us into some by-way of sin. True,
they may have fought their way back
through the darkness to light again, but
they must bear the scars sin always
leaves as reminders of it's one-.ime do
mininion over the soul. 1t is not
strange that such days as these are the
ones we may never forget. 1t is the
law of retribution. We were intended
to help and not hinder n another, and
to each of us has been given the power
to do so If we will, but when we forget
our God-given mission and give rein to
evil desires or passions, we just as sure
ly bring into some other life something
Of the evil that influences our own. To
many a repentant soul the memory of
yesterday" brings remorse that is all
the deeper because the day is done, the
act recorded, and the result must live
on in another life until at the time of
final readjustment One far wiser and
more just than we separates the good
and bad in each life and places it
where it belongs.
1.-THE glory of our life
Comes not from what we do or what we
know,
But dwells forever in what we are"
Burlington Hawkeye.