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The Larger Life

In these days of bustle and toil we must guard ourselves that we do not get tied to the narrow limits of our immediate circle. Let us as often as possible get away from the sight of bricks and mortar and meditate upon the works and greatness of the Creator of all. If it be but a small garden we have, the boundless heavens are above, and we can look up into the heights, or at night into the myriads of stars, and for a while reflect on the perfection of all the works of God surrounding us and then think of our own imperfections—imperfections of our own making, for we know when we left the hands of our Maker we were perfect as He is, yet, by our use of that great gift of free will He gave us we have followed our desires and striven for our own advantage and gain at the expense of our fellow—creatures. And how can we remedy it? We are so tied down by all the details of life that each one seems as though it must be fought each day, each minute. But must they? No! Let us look on the larger life, life as a whole, and how small these things which have been worrying us seem. Let us rise right above them. Live in Nature. Look for God's hand about us. It is here, there, everywhere, and if we could but realize this we should have larger souls, larger lives, larger sympathies, and a greater understanding of the mysteries of God. Then how would the petty details worry? They would still be there, but we should be so far above them that they would seem nothing. If we have one temptation that tries us more than others we worry over it, scheme to avoid it, and fear it. But try this new plan: do not think about it. Let your thoughts dwell on something grander, higher, and nobler, and you will soon see how insignificant your old enemy was. It will mean self-denial at first; denial of old cravings and breaking of old habits. But is it not worth it? Is life satisfactory to you at present, or do you not feel that if only you were better it would be so much happier here? Try, my friend, try, and in a little the old order will give way to the new, and you will look out upon the world with a brighter and more perfect vision.

We can never be too careful
What the seed our hands shall sow;
Love from love is sure to ripen,
Hate from hate is sure to grow.
Seeds of good or ill we scatter
Heedlessly along our way;
But a glad or grievous fruitage
Waits us at the harvest day.

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