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Show DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE j I 'this is not theology. So please don't call me a "heretic." I am Just letting my heart run down on the pen as I write. Ufa is like trying to paint a picture. The painter has a dream he would put in color. He gets some tints and brushes brush-es and a canvas and begins to paint. But when he has finished tie has fallen fall-en The colors are blurred; the tints do not harmonise The picture is stained with tears, lie says. "1 have not made a picture, but 1 have gotten in experience If onv 1 had another chance, maybe I might put my dream on canvas." r to tell It In another way. life Ifl like trying to carve a statue. Tho sculptor scc an agnel in the stone, and with mallet and ihlsel he goes to work to release tho angel from Its prison I nit w hep h has finished. I)'' has failed. The lines he saw in his dream refUSfl to come out on the stone He has not carved a stutue, but ho I haa guiien an experience, and he feels that if he could try again, he migli I succeed. So we are sot to this strange pursur of living a lite, of translating Into character and conduct our faith ami hope. But wc blunder at the task. We stumble and fall. We try to paint, but only to spoil the canvas. We try t.. . live, but only to ruin the marble. As life's day wears to Its sunset, and I the hours draws near to show out work, we can only hold up before th1 eyes of the Judge he picture stained with our tears, the stone where tho chisel slipped In our trembling hand. Wc have failed, but we feel that w have gotten an experience. If Ood would only let us try' again, wc might mend our mistakes. If under fairer skies and In some lovelier land, profit- ing by tin' experiences of earth, Jod would let us adventure existence aguln l we feel that we might live a life. We FH might realize' our dream, if only the Master would give us a second chancffjl Will He? Will Ood let us try again'' Our hearts whisper "He will!" |