A certain soldier had lost a hand in the Great War. When a chaplain offered him sympathy in his loss, the boy cheerily replied: “I did not lost it; I gave it gladly. I was willing to give my life to my country, but all it took was my hand.’ He had been willing to surrender all, yet he had been called on to give only a small part, and a million of his comrades had to give even less than he. The older we grow in the Christian life, the greater becomes our wonder that the privations we have been willing to endure for Christ have been so few. Moreover, even those we have been called upon to experience have been quite overshadowed by the satisfaction that has come to us in cheerful, persistent endurance for Christ’s sake. —The Presbyterian.