Love! What a deep meaning is attached to that one short word. It cannot be expressed in the same terms as mere affection. Love is deeper than that. True love will never change, it will remain the same until the end, whatever may befall or in whatever circumstances we may be placed.
What a difference there is in the home circle when love is exercised to the greatest extent by every member of the household! What a difference, I say, in the home, and what a difference in everything and everywhere. Even to the place of business, wherever it may be, and in whatever circumstances we may be placed, the power of love may be felt by those around us. We can surely think of some instances where love would make a vast difference in our surroundings. How many kind actions might be wrought through love; kind actions to those towards whom naturally we may not feel kindly disposed. Oh, how often we might meet a reproof, and even a sneer, maybe, with sweet submission, instead of a hasty retort, if only we could feel some love towards those from whom they are received.
How dear, how pure— I had almost said how sacred is the love of friend to friend. How we can trust the friend whom we truly love! What would we not give up for their sake? How many times we might lay down a life of unselfishness or irritability, or of any other besetting sin to which our nature is a slave, for the love of a friend. What a difference it would doubtless make in the life of that friend if we were less selfish, less irritable, less cross, and more loving.
Shall we not then, each day, endeavor to cultivate some of this true love in our hearts? Let us not look at the faults of those whom our evil nature would lead us to dislike, but let us rather examine their better points, and we shall doubtless find much good in their character that is revealed in everyday life.
Let us try to exercise this love towards those with whom we come in daily contact, and we may rest assured that we shall not suffer thereby.
And immortal—as every great soul is that struggles, endures, and fulfills.
—E. B. B.
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James Allen was a little-known philosophical writer and poet. He is best recognized for his book, As a Man Thinketh. Allen wrote about complex subjects such as faith, destiny, love, patience, and religion but had the unique ability of explaining these subjects clearly and in a way that is easy to understand. He often wrote about cause and effect, sowing and reaping, as well as overcoming sadness, sorrow, and grief. For more information on the life of James Allen, click here.