Show tho who ant tarry t there are some in this world who are compelled to tarry at home the great race of life goes on and they are left behind they are too weak to run hera Is a poor invalid who has for year been unable to leave the bed of pain he started with grand promise and men said he would be first at the goal but god weakened his strength in the way and he tell ere the race had well begun he sees the interiors of other days daei and he Is tempted to cry in ats despair what profit la there in my life why am I 1 suffered to live on thinnest Thin kest thou then that thou art doing no work for god god him belt thinks otherwise he that they who run in the race have only halt the battle they must divide the poll with those who tarry at home there are those whose duty it la to wait for god they have nothing to do with the hand with the eweart of the brow with the toll of the brain their work Is all with the heart but what a work that lei the tolls of hand nd brain are nothing to it these yield a solace by their very energy but the bad heart has only to bear it Is harder to bear than to do I 1 may be rudely jostled in the race but the race itself gives an excitement that makes me forget my pain I 1 am there at least in the company of my fellow men but to tarry at home to wait passive under the shadow of god to have nothing to do but bear the burden of one great cross this Is the trial ot love yes my soul and this ie aby communion with thy lord his work too was to tarry at home AH the runners in the race laid their burdens on him and left him alone to bear them he bowed his head in the gar den but he tainted not he emptied glory on the cross but bis love remained full stand beside him 0 watch with him in the lonely garden help him to bear his cross up the via dolorosa strive with the dying penitent by his side to see the majestic strength of his sustained weakness and thou know why it Is written of him he shall divide the spoil with the strong george matheson |