The Little Child That Never Was
The Little Child That Never Was is a very beautiful child. He is absolutely without faults or flaws or disfigurements of any kind. He is all, all. All that his father, his mother, would have him to be. And he has a great work to do in the world—that Little Child That Never Was. He will either sweeten the life of his poor lonely father or mother or else make it as bitter as wormwood. He will wonderfully soften or cruelly harden them. The Little Child That Never Was calls his solitary father and lonely mother to the service of the world’s childhood. It is a great thing for the world that there are men and women with no children of their own. For there are little children without fathers and without mothers, and there are little children with fathers and mothers who would be better off if they had none. And the lonely men and women are called by the Little Child That Never Was to devote their lives to the service of the lonely little children. And in ministering to the world’s childhood they will lose their loneliness and their longing, for the Little Child That Never Was will become incarnate in the little children around them, and they will hear his laughter and wipe away his tears after all.
—F. W. Boreham.
Sowing And Reaping
Every sower must some day reap
Fruits from the seed he has sown;
How carefully then it becomes us to keep
A watchful eye on the seed, and seek
That we may not weep to receive our own.
—Anon.
Be True
To conscience be true, and to man true,
Keep faith, hope, and love in your breast,
And when you have done all you can do,
Why, you may trust for the rest.
—Alice Cary.
Alternate Reading: I Corinthians 2: 1-16.