"God loves you," said
my friend; "yes, and I love you too. I know how you feel. You want
just to be loved. Come, my poor boy, let me love you." And at that
appeal this youth, with triple murder on his conscience, melted, and
flung his arms round the neck of his visitor, and sobbed out all the
story of his sin and shame. O exquisite moment when the heart melts at
the touch of love--could all the heaped-up gains of a life of pleasure
or ambition yield such felicity as this? For this man's face, rough
and plain as it was, glowed as he spoke with the same light that
beatified the features of my friend the lumber-jack--"the Lord God gave
them light," and the Lamb upon the throne was the light of all their
seeing.
A little while ago to this man came the offer of restoration to the
social place which he has lost. He might have gone back to his
forfeited career, with an ample income. He put the case to his wife
and to his boys; with instant unanimity they said, "Never; this work is
the best work in the world." And so the once brilliant lawyer is happy
on a pittance, happier than he ever could be on a fortune, because he
is doing Christ's work of love among his fellow men. And these
instances are typical. In every corner of the world are those who
belong to the true Society of Jesus--the Order of Love and
Service,--and the happiest lives lived on earth are lived by these men
and women.
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