Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-09-09

storms: D march into the teeth of
 danger; Q drive through lakes of fire: to wade through seas of blood; to respond c9 he call oi Cod, and -a hurry to the @escus Of 1ha pertsAias. Men when driven 1y this motive can- nor fail. Bu- says some one, don. want a love like that. wan a love .ha- vii. lift ne a5o1a hard ships. suffering and struggles. \ I5Fa s,,2a7 wi. no- lama11 -lza- al my e.-- ar2tas and s1r5.gr-l ba spent before I reach M.lz.s life. a@t cause ne % die while aas Te5 young. Ton Q. You are Tea....s.1g s5e | .oya taa- Vi. melt away .as5 ~aaon. tnCo 3 golda@ cloud o5 sentiment. having neitAe: form, substance oe power. Heaven disdains such love, God knows nc such love. He refuses to place the smile oi his approval upon it. He wants love that gives, always gives a love that meets every challenge of human need with an I must, must, for my meat is to do the will of Him that sent me \ life that is
 controlled by this motive cannot grow lean and empty, for it is fed from an ineXhaustible ocean of sup ply. It is said that the Medterra- mean sea is constantly losing by evap- OratiOn, and yet it can never grow empty, or have it's supply lessened, because it draws from the great At lantic through the strait of Gibraltar. Gods ocean of love is our Atlantic, and the cross of Christ is our strait of Gibraltar, and hence so long as we draw upon the source of supply, in this way, we cannot lose by our giv- ing. Nor can we fail, for love knows no failure I read last week of an old cathedral in the deep shadows of whose yauited dome was face of many years was not known to exist by the worshipers who gathered there but one day beam of light, reflected by a slanting window, fell full upon the face of angelic loveliness, and the worshipers in the house, entranced with rapture, gazed upon it until the shadows again hid it from view. From that day forward whenever the angel face, carved there upon the stone,
 looked down upon the worshipers, gathered to answer back with a look of love. Would you like to know the wonderful history of that face? One day when the cathedral was being built an old man approach ed the architect and begged permis- sion to carve, somewhere on the no. ble pile, the idol of his heart. Fear ing that his failing sight and trem bling hand might mar the beauty of
 the building, the architect granted permission for him to work there in the dark shadows of the roof. One day they found the old man, with his face turned up toward that face of exquisite beauty the face of one he loved and lost in bygone years, cold and dead. AS they gathered there, with one voice they exclaimed. This is the grandest, sublimest w>rk of all; love wrought this Oh, brethren. working amid the deep shadows of suffering and affliction; in the great vaulted dome of human ingratitude; working where you will be unheeded by human admirers; working with
 trembling hand and with failing sight; working poorly, as you perhaps may think, but working out what God has worked within, carving as best you can the idol of your heart upon the vaulted dome in the cathe- dral of human activity, some day, 1t matters not if your hand has lost it's cunning, and the tools of your craft are lying idle by your side; it matters not if your eyes are closed in death, some beam of white light shall pour through some window of the Fath- CTS mansions in glory and fall full upon the work which your heart wrought in love, and the Master will say, This is the grandest, the sub
 limest work of all; love wrought this"