FRIEND, hast thou felt alone amid foes? Have the bitter storms of hate and criticism ever surrounded thee? Then look well and thou wilt see the footsteps of the Man of Sorrows. He who was hated for the good He did knows just the sting, and lets that sting come to thee, to drive thee nearer unto Himself. It is the lash of the storm that drives the child into the brightness and warmth of the Father’s House. Take refuge in the sympathizing Saviour.
H. H. D.