Life means
duty, toil, work. There is something divinely allotted to each hour,
and the hour one loiters remains forever an unfilled blank. We can
ideally fulfil our mission only by living up always to the best that is
in us, and by doing every day the very most that we can do.
"So here hath been dawning another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?
Out of eternity this new day is born;
Into eternity at night will return."
We turn over to our Lord for example, since his was the one life in all
the ages that reached the divine thought, and filled out the divine
pattern; and wherever we see him, we find him intent on doing the will
of his Father, not losing a moment, nor loitering at any task. We see
him ever hastening from place to place, from ministry to ministry, from
baptism to temptation, from teaching to healing, from miracle-working
to solitary prayer. His feet never loitered. He lost no moments; he
seems indeed to have crowded the common work of years into a few short,
intense hours. He is painted for us as a man continually under the
strongest pressure, with a work to do which he was eager to accomplish
in the shortest possible time. He was always calm, never in nervous
haste, yet ever quietly moving with resistless energy on his holy
errand.
We ought to catch our Master's spirit in this celerity in the Father's
business.
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