Humble Duty

Very beautiful is the legend preserved by some old author, of the monk, to whom there appeared while at prayer in his cell, a glorious vision of his Savior. In silent and adoring rapture he gazed upon the glorious presence. While he gazed, the hour arrived at which it was his duty to feed the poor who came to the convent gate for their bread. The bell rang calling the monk to his humble duty. How he longed to stay! But lingering not to enjoy the vision, he went his way to the lowly work of dividing bread among the poor beggars at the gate. When he returned he found the blessed vision still waiting for him. As he looked again he heard these words; " Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled"!

Simplicity

I am sick of opinions. I weary to hear them. My soul
loathes this frothy food. Give me solid and substantial
religion. Give me an humble, gentle, lover of God and
man; a man full of mercy and good fruits, "without part-
iality and without hypocrisy;" a man laying himself out in
the work of faith, the patience of hope, and the labor of
love.
Let my soul be with these Christians, wheresoever they
are and whatsoever opinions they are of.
John Wesley