Things to Live For

He built a house, time laid it in the dust;

He wrote a book, its title now forgot;

He ruled a city, but his name is not On any tablet graven, or where rust Can gather from disuse, or marble bust.

He took a child from out a wretched cot,

Who on the State dishonor might have brought, And reared him to the Christian’s hope and trust. The boy, to manhood grown, became a light

To many souls, preached for human need

The wondrous love of the Omnipotent.

The work has multiplied like stars at night

When darkness deepens; every noble deed Lasts longer than a granite monument.

Sarah K. Bolton.

There are things which are not worth while. If a man lives seventy years, and then leaves nothing good behind him, nothing which will stay in the world after he is gone, enriching it, beautifying it, sweetening its life, has it been really worth while for him to live?

Or suppose that in his threescore and ten years a man lives to do evil, speaking words which become seeds of unholiness, scattering influences which cause blight, doing things which hurt other lives, who will say it has been worth while for him to live? He may have been a splendid success in a worldly way, amassing money, winning fame, getting honor, his later years a blaze of glory, his funeral one of magnificent pomp; yet has his life been worth while?

There are thino-s which are worth while. A man spends his seventy years in lowly Christian life. He fears God, and walks after God’s commandments. He makes no marked success according to the world’s rating. He is even spoken of by others with a sort of pity, as a man who never has been successful. Yet all the while he has lived honestly and faithfully in his place. While other men have been fighting for position, scrambling for honor, thinking meanwhile only of self, he has been giving out his life in generous love, serving others, doing good. He has not gotten on in the world, and his hands are empty at the last. But there is a success which is not measured by the standards of the business world. There is an invisible sphere in which values are not rated by dollars and cents, but by their moral character. In that sphere a cup of cold water given to a thirsty one in the name of Christ will count for more than the piling of a fortune for self. Hence it is that a man who has seemed unsuccessful, but nevertheless has been doing good all the while in Christ’s name, living unselfishly, has really achieved a success which lifts his name to high honor.

Sometimes in the country you will see an old water-wheel outside of a mill. The water fills its buckets, and all day long it turns round and round in the sunshine. It seems to be working in vain. You see nothing that it is doing by its constant motion. But its shaft runs through the wall; and within the mill it turns the stones which grind the wheat, and the bolts which prepare the flour for the bread that feeds hundreds, or runs the looms which weave the fabrics that keep many warm in winter. There are lives which with all their ceaseless toiling seem to be accomplishing nothing; and yet they reach through the veil into the sphere of the unseen, and there they make blessing and benefit whose value is incalculable.

Some good people become discouraged because they do not seem to get on in life. They work hard, but can scarcely make ends meet. As fast as they earn, they must spend. A father toils through the years, bringing up a family, and dies at last a poor man. Other men who began with him as boys succeed and grow rich. He feels that he has failed. But consider what he has really achieved. To begin with, work itself is one of life’s best blessings. This man’s years of daily task-work have built up in him many of the best qualities of true, worthy character, — promptness, accuracy, faithfulness, patience, persistence, obedience. Work, too, has given him health, has kept him from many an evil, has knit in him thews of strength, has wrought in him a spirit of self-reliance and independence.

Consider, too, the value of his work to his family. He has provided a home for his household where the wife and mother has presided with love and gentleness. Through his toil he has furnished means for the education of his children. In his own life he has set them an example of honesty, truthfulness, unselfishness, diligence, and faith. Dwelling himself near the heart of Christ, he has made in his home an atmosphere of heavenliness in which his family has grown up. He has taught them the word of God, and has given them books to read which have put into their minds and hearts pure, inspiring, and elevating thoughts. One by one they go out of their father’s house to become influential in building up homes of their own, carrying with them and in them a heritage of character which shall make them blessings in the world.

Though this good man leaves no money and no monument of material success, yet his life has been well worth while. He has given to the world something better than money. He has shown it an example of a true and faithful life, in conditions that were not always inspiring. He has maintained in it a godly home, keeping the fires burning on God’s altar, and putting into the lives of his household the influences of religion. He has trained his children, and sent them forth to be useful members of society, new centres of good influence, new powers for righteousness. His name may be forgotten among men, but the benediction of his life and work will stay in the world forever.

The lesson may be broken up a little. It is worth while to make sacrifices of love in order to do good. In India they tell the story of the Golden Palace. Sultan Ahmed was a great king. He sent Yakoob, the most skilful of his builders, with a large sum of money, to erect in the mountains of snow the most splendid palace ever seen. Yakoob went to the place, and found a great famine prevailing among the people. Many were dying. Instead of building the palace, he took the money, and gave it to buy bread for the starving people. At length Ahmed came to see his palace, and there was no palace there. He sent for Yakoob and learned his story, then grew very angry, and cast the builder into chains. “To-morrow thou shalt die,” he said; “for thou hast robbed thy king.” But that night Ahmed had a wonderful dream. There came to him one in shining garments, who said, “Follow me.” Up they soared from earth till they came to heaven’s gate. They entered, and lo, there stood a palace of pure gold, more brilliant than the sun! “What palace is this y” asked Ahmed. His guide answered, “■ This is the palace of Merciful Deeds, built for thee by Yakoob the wise. Its glory shall endure when all earth’s things have passed away.” Then the king understood that Yakoob had done most wisely with his money.

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