I SAW a strange sight. A pitcher doing nothing, but nevertheless becoming gradually filled. It was close to a fountain, beneath the pure stream, and into it dropped the clear, cool water. When full it was carried off to be a blessing to the thirsty in the village, and, though many blessed the water, I heard not one praise the pitcher. Now it is by receiving the fullness of Christ that we become practically a blessing to others. We have to do nothing, to be nothing, but, like the earthen vessel, to yield ourselves so that the water of His grace may fill us. And when full we become the communicators of Christ to others, and the Christ whose fullness we convey to others is praised, and we are but vessels.