"Little is much if God is in it!"
"He who is a Christian in small things is not a small Christian!"
It was only a tiny seed,
Carelessly brushed aside;
But it grew in time to a noxious weed,
And spread its poison wide.
It was only a little leak,
So small you could hardly see;
But the rising waters found the break,
And wrecked the great levee.
It was only a single spark,
Dropped by a passing train;
But the dead leaves caught, and swift and dark
Was its work on wood and plain.
It was only a thoughtless word,
Scarcely meant to be unkind;
But it pierced as a dart to the heart that heard,
And left its sting behind.
It may seem a trifle at most,
The things that we do or say,
And yet it may be that at fearful cost
We may wish it undone some day.—Mrs. M. P. Handy, in The Friend (Dayton).
In Scotland many years ago, a *aithful minister was waited upon one day by one of his deacons, who seemed to be under a great burden. "I came early to meet you," he said. "I have something on my conscience to tell you. There must be something wrong with your preaching and work; there has been only one person added to the church in a whole year, and he is only a boy." The old minister went into the pulpit that day with a grieved and heavy heart. He lingered in the church to pray, after the rest had gone. He wished to be alone. He had labored hard for years, only to be told at last that his labor was no longer blessed. At last he became conscious that he was not alone, as he supposed. It was "only a boy." "Well, Robert," said the minister, "what is it?" "Do you think if I were willing to work hard for an education I could ever become a preacher?--A preacher?—Perhaps a missionary?" There was a long pause. Tears filled the eyes of the old minister. At length he said, "This heals the ache in my heart, Robert. I see the divine hand now. Yes, I think you will become a preacher." That boy was Robert Moffat. He was "only a boy," but the measure of the old minister's reward will be found in the gathered fruitage of the labors of Robert Moffat, the great African missionary.—The Sunday School Teacher.
The tiny snowflake flutters as it falls. It seems so insignificant and helpless; it cannot defy even a child.
But it is a different matter when it unites with countless millions of other snowflakes. First, they cover the ground with a beautiful mantle of white. Then they pile higher and higher. The wind gathers them into huge drifts. Man stands helpless on the highway as the little flakes call out in unison: "You shall not pass!" The mighty railroad engine speeds along, but again the small, white messengers say: "You, too, must stop!"
In Minneapolis, we went to the information booth at the Great Northern. When will the train leave for Sioux Falls? "There will be no train tonight," came the courteous reply. "All roads are blocked in all directions." Thirty hours later, a train did bring us to Sioux Falls. When does the train leave for Madison? "There will be no trains. All railroads and roads are blocked in all directions." But finally we did manage to ride the caboose of a freight over different roads until we reached home. Why all the difficulty and delay? Simply because the tiny snowflake had become the mighty snowflake.—Lester A. Pierson, in Lutheran Herald.
It is said a lady was filling a box for India when a child brought her a cent with which she bought a tract and put it in the box. It was at length given to a Burmese chief and led him to Christ. The chief told the story of his new God and his great happiness to his friends. They also believed and cast away their idols. A church was built there, a missionary was sent, and 1500 converted from heathenism was the result of that little seed.—Gospel Herald (Scottdale).
We should mind little things—little courtesies in life, little matters of personal appearance, little extravagances, little minutes of wasted time, little details in our work.
And it seems that a thing cannot be too small to command our attention.
The first hint Newton had leading to his most important optical discoveries was derived from a child's soap bubble.
The art of printing was suggested by a man cutting letters in the bark of a tree.
The telescope was the outcome of a boy's amusement with two glasses in his father's shop.
Goodyear neglected his skillet until it was red hot and the accident guided him to the manufacture of vulcanized rubber.
The web of a spider suggested to Captain Brown the idea of a suspension bridge.
Henry Ford's idea about a perfect watch plant gave him a plan for his giant motor industry.
J. L. Kraft's idea to put cheese in a sanitary package was the start of his enormous business.
Watching a spider weave its web gave Robert Bruce the courage to try again.
Little things. Every one a little thing. Yet how important they proved to be to the man who had the wit to correlate these little things with the idea in his head.—Church and Home.
The beginnings of unfaithfulness are always the little things that we think will make no difference. No one was ever called of God to a high position who did not lay the foundation of that call in courageous faithfulness to the small details of life. But whether our position be high or low, it is required of a steward that he be faithful.—Selected.