I remember talking with one of the soldiers of the army of the Potomac who took part in the battle of Gettysburg. He belonged to the Sixth Corps, the corps that made the famous march from Manchester to Gettysburg, a distance of thirty-four miles. He said that march, with the clouds of dust, the perspiration, the blood of chafed limbs trickling down into his shoes, was the hardest experience of his whole long war service.
It is sometimes harder to march than it is to fight. The test of endurance is the long march. You have set out on a long march. You will meet many others who have gone part of the way and turned back. You will have by your side many others who are ready to quit and go back with you, if you will go with them. But always there are some who are going steadily forward and who have no idea of anything but enduring unto the end. "He that endureth to the end shall be saved." (Matt. 10:22.)