'Your life may be all that stands

Your life may be all that stands between some great flood of moral ruin

Stories are told of a child finding a little leak, in the dike which shuts off the sea from Holland, and stopping it with his hand until help could come, staying there all night, holding back the floods with his little pale hand.

It was but a tiny, trickling stream which he held back; yet, if he had not done it — it soon would have become a torrent, and before morning the sea would have swept over the land, submerging fields, homes, and cities!

Between the sea and all this devastation, there was but a little boy's hand. Had the child failed, the floods would have rolled in with their remorseless ruin.

We understand how important it was that that boy should be faithful to his duty, since he was the only one who could have saved Holland that night.

In the same way, your life may be all that stands between some great flood of moral ruin — and broad fair fields of beauty? The humblest of us dare not fail in our lowly place and duty — for we may be all that stands between a sea of disaster which shall sweep away human hopes and joys and human souls!

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