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The time is short; the
harvest work is great; the laborers are few; our time is
consecrated; we must labor while it is called day, knowing that a
night cometh wherein no man can work. We have consecrated our lives
even unto death; we are commissioned of the great Lord of the
harvest to seek for the true “wheat,” and to gather it into the
barn. What time have we far frivolities or worldliness or the
many social amenities? Rather, we must content ourselves with giving
very little attention to these things, and must press along the
line, engaging heartily in the work given us to do, if we would have
the approval of our Master, His “Well done, good and faithful
servant”. |
