So at the post where He hath set me in His Providence
I choose for one to meet Him face to face,
Let God do His work. We will see to ours."

[Footnote: David Starr Jordan--The Call of the Twentieth Century.]


The Lord's love found its supreme expression in sacrifice. He walked
not only the Via Dolorosa--the way of pain and sorrow--which led
through Gethsemane to the green hill far away beyond the city wall;
and to Calvary--the pathway of His life was marked by _daily, hourly_
sacrifice.

He knew the full measure of loneliness, of misunderstanding, of
cruel malignity. He of the most sensitive perceptions and feelings
suffered from the brutality and coarseness of those who hated Him.
He knew the anguish of homelessness. Listen to the cry that escaped
Him: "The Son of Man hath not where to lay his head." If we are
following Him we too will share in the sacrificial life. "He that
would come after me let him take up his cross and follow me." But
there is joy in sacrifice, deep and true, and things highest and
best come to us only through the life laid down.


Out of the deep of sacrifice The pillars of the future rise.


It was a regiment that had volunteered for sure-death service at
Port Arthur, and the Japanese captain addressing them as they were
about to march said, "I send you forth as my loved children. If as