'The doom of the useless

The doom of the useless

Long ago, there was a magnificent Temple of the Sun at Baalbek — some of whose pillars are yet standing. Nearby is the quarry from which the stones came for the wonderful temple. In this quarry, dressed and ready for its place in the temple — is an immense column, seventy feet in length.

A vacant place in the temple is waiting for it, and for four thousand years, this column has lain there in the quarry. It has never occupied the place for which it was designed.

There are many men like that useless monolith. Made for a noble destiny, with grand possibilities — they have missed it all for lack of a lofty purpose and a worthy energy. They folded their talents away in the napkins of supposed humility, of self-distrust, or of indolence and disobedience — and buried them in the earth.

They will lie forever among the wastes and ruins of life, pale ghosts of glorious "might have beens" — while the places in God's temple which they were meant to fill, remain vacant.

It is a glorious thought, that each of our little lives is a plan of God — that God made us for something definite and particular. Let our highest aim be to become what He made us to be. Let us never shrink from any task or duty to which He calls us.

Let us train ourselves to obey every call of God, lest, in our hesitancy or disobedience — we fail of the mission for which we were made, and meet the doom of the useless in God's universe.

"For three years now I've been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven't found any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?" Luke 13:7

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