"We sow a thought and reap an act;
We sow an act and reap a habit;
We sow a habit and reap a character;
We sow a character and reap a destiny."—Selected.
It is said of an English traveler that he so loved the wild flowers that grew at the sides of the lanes and in the fields of England, that when he went abroad he would fill his pockets with the seeds and scatter them broadcast. Almost every day we live there are opportunities for sowing the seed of God in some heart; it may be some simple word, some kindly act. Just a line in a letter we write, or a text we quote, and the seed is sown and some life is blessed.—A. Lindsey Clegg, in Youth with a Capital Y.
Many years ago, ill health compelled the two missionaries stationed at Efulan to return to America, leaving but six believers, for the station had only been open a short time. They dared not hope they would find any Christians on their return two years later, for how could six recent converts stand alone in an African village? They found, however, that the small group had met several times every week for prayer and Bible study and had witnessed so faithfully for Christ that all the neighboring villages knew that they were "Jesus men." Is it any wonder, then, that the church grew into a great congregation and that, on the 25th anniversary of its organization, 7000 people assembled for a communion service in which the sacrament was celebrated by three African ministers—the bread and wine distributed by 24 native elders?—Selected.
Notwithstanding many "wets" declare that Prohibition does not prohibit, hundreds of prisons throughout the United States contain evidence to the contrary. "Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." In a certain State in the Union a millionaire was engaged in the bootlegging business, thinking it an easy way to increase his wealth. He now undoubtedly believes the verse quoted above, for he is at the present time serving a long term in prison. A friend who called on him within the prison walls found him working, sitting cross-legged, with a big needle and a ball of twine. sewing burlap bags. The friend, not knowing what else to say, remarked, "Sewing, eh?" Looking up with an ill-natured smile, the man replied, "No; I'm reaping."—The Boy's World.
A man asked his servant to sow barley. The servant sowed oats. The master asked why he sowed oats. The servant replied, "I hoped to grow barley." The master said, "What a foolish idea! Who ever heard the like!" The servant replied, "You yourself constantly sow seeds of evil, and yet expect to reap the fruits of virtue." God says to Christians, "Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap" (Gal. 6:7).—Gospel Herald.
A Sower one day went forth to sow;
His seed was the word of life,
The field that He sowed was the world of men
Where the briars of sin grow rife.
What seed by the wayside chanced to fall
The birds of the air devoured,
And that which fell in the barren soil
In the heat of the day expired.
'Mid thorns and tares some grew for a time,
Tho' weakened, and warped, and lean,
But harvest time found them withered and dead
For fruitless their growing had been.
But the seed that fell in the fertile soil
Bore fruit, some an hundred fold;
And the heart of the Master sang for joy
As He garnered His sheaves of gold.
In your heart, my friend, the seed is sown;
Oh, what will the harvest be,
A blackened field at the harvest time,
Or the joys of eternity?
Oh, think, dear friend, of the harvest time—
It may be tonight for you—
Will you yield your heart to the Master's call?
The Saviour—is speaking—to you!—James G. Arcus, Courtesy Moody Monthly.
There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave;
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to others the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your inmost need;
Have faith, and other hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.
Give truth, and your gifts will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And a kindly smile will surely find,
A smile that is just as sweet.
Give a helping hand to those in need,
And a harvest of golden grain
You'll reap some day from the love-sown seed,
If you sowed in the Master's Name.
For life is the mirror of king and slave—
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to others the best you have,
And the best will come back to you. (Luke 6:38).—The Gospel for the Youth.
Two theological students were walk ing along an "old clothes" street in the Whitechapel district of London. Suddenly one exclaimed: "What a splendid text for a sermon to young men!" pointing to a suit of clothes that hung swaying in the breeze at the side of a window. "Slightly soiled, Greatly Reduced in Price." "That's it exactly," he went on. "We young people get soiled so slightly, just seeing a vulgar show in n theater, just reading a coarse book, just allowing ourselves a little indulgence in dishonest or lustful thoughts, just slightly soiled, and lo! when the time comes for our manhood to be appraised, we are 'greatly reduced in price.' Our charm, our strength is gone. The consecration of youth is gone. We are just part and parcel of the general, shopsoiled stock."—Congregationalist.