They do me wrong who say I come no more,
When once I knock and fail to find you in;
For every day I stand without your door
And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.
Wail not for precious chances passed away,
Weep not for golden ages on the wane;
Each night I burn the records of the day,
At sunrise every soul is born again!
Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,
To vanquished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;
My judgments seal the dead past with its dead,
But never binds a moment yet to come.
Though deep in mire, wrong not your hands to weep;
I lend my arm to all who say, "I can."
No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep,
But might yet rise again and be a man.
Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?
Dost reel with righteous retribution's blow?
Then turn from blotted archives of the past,
And find the future's pages white as snow.
Art thou a mourner? rise thee from thy spell;
Art thou a sinner? sins may be forgiven;
Each morn I give thee wings to fly from hell,
Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven."—Walter Malone.
Opportunity is a small word with a great meaning. Lost is a smaller word with as great a meaning. Put the two together, and they spell tragedy.
Opportunity is not a tangible thing—something that can be lost and found again. Once lost, it is gone forever! Another opportunity may present itself, but what if it should not? And if it should have we learned the lesson well enough in the school of experience to take advantage of it when it comes?
There was once a young lady to whom God had been marvelously good. She had a good home, Christian parents, and every opportunity for an education. God had even given her a special talent which she neither appreciated nor tried to cultivate.
Finally, she received a very clear and definite call to missions. But did she obey God? She did not. She was not even grateful to Him.
As life went on, the responsibilities of womanhood fell heavily upon her shoulders. God gave her another chance, and mercifully saved her soul. But there is now no opportunity in her busy life to forge ahead for Jesus as she might have done in the freedom of young womanhood. Her education is incomplete; the talent she should have used for God lies buried, and home ties hold her close.
She is grateful now, and thankful to have God's second best, happy to do the little things she can for Him, but how profound a regret she feels for willfully turning aside from His first plan for her!
If only folk could realize in their youth the value of the quickly passing years. It has been truly said that:
"There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries."—Wesleyan Methodist.
"This world is but the vestible of an immortal life; and every chord of our lives touches on some other chord, which will vibrate in eternity. Stern taskmaster's opportunity is bald behind and must be grasped by the forelocks. This world is full of tragic 'might-havebeens,' No remorse, no regret, no self-accusation will avail one jot when the time for plowing is past. We cannot stick the share into the ground when we should be wielding the cycle. `Too late' are the saddest of all human words, and unless our lives are filled each moment with the task that is apportioned to us, then through all eternity we must ever regret lost opportunity."—Ian Maclaren.
A neighbor knocked at the lazy man's door and told him of a position he could get by going after it. "Um," said the man, "it appears that considerable effort will be involved." "Oh, yes," said the neighbor, "you will pass many sleepless nights and toilsome days, but it is good pay, and a chance for advancement." "Um," said the man, "and who are you?" "I am called Opportunity." "Um! You call yourself Opportunity, but you look like Hard Work to me!" And he slammed the door!—New Success.
Some people never see an opportunity because it so often masquerades as a hard job.
There is an opportunity in every obligation. When we begin to assume responsibility, we start to mature. Many a man has started his upward climb when he came to the realization that many things depended upon him No one is indispensable but when one is cooperative, efficient, courageous, patient, self-reliant and dependable, he becomes almost irreplaceable.—Carl Holmes, Friendly Chat
I wonder how many beginning college professors in large universities felt as I did when I joined the College of Education in a large mid-west state university. I was a member of the team but it appeared that every time I shot at the basket, it shrank just enough to cause a miss. Furthermore, I was certain, at times, that that same basket expanded to insure a successful shot for certain other players on my team.
Contact with an opportunity is like contact with a live wire; it is likely to knock a man silly unless he is prepared to handle it.
Perhaps some of us miss opportunity because we are broad-casting when we should be tuning in.—Mutual Moments
He who gets up at dawn to see the sunrise couldn't have picked a better time.
Many grownups do with opportunities as children do at the seashore. They fill their hands with sand, and then let the grains fall through, till all are gone.