'It is not more churches

It is not more churches that we need

A lady who is always watching for beautiful things, brought from the mountain side, one autumn day, a sod of moss . She put it in her parlor, and soon in the genial warmth, there sprung out from the bosom of the moss, a multitude of sweet, delicate spring flowers.

No eye had seen them before in the moss. The seeds had lain there all the summer, waiting for the warmth to bring out their lovely possibilities.

In the same way, there are many lives just like that bit of moss. Living in the chill, loveless atmosphere of the world's hard toil, its selfishness, its sorrow, unblessed by true affection — the best things in them are never brought out.

Yet they need only to be touched by the warmth of tender love and sympathy — and beauties and graces, hitherto unsuspected, will blossom forth in them.

The world needs nothing so much today as the life and love of Christ poured through human hearts and hands — upon lives that are bleak and bare.

It is not more churches that we need , more societies, more monetary gifts — but more living Christians, with the mind of Christ, who will go about among men and repeat the lowly blessed ministry of Christ himself, giving themselves in personal, self-forgetful service.

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