In the deepening twilight of a summer evening, an evangelist found a little boy with both hands extended upwards, holding a line.
“What are you doing here, my little friend?” he inquired.
“Flying my kite, sir!”
“Flying your kite? I can see no kite, and you can’t either.”
“I know it,” replied the little fellow. “I can’t see it, but I know it’s there for I can feel it pull.”
If our affections are set on things above, we shall have the sense of it which cannot be mistaken. We shall feel the pull of heavenly things day by day.
ML-02/25/1979