Friday, December 25, 2015

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
Along the fertile field,
For grain will grow from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.

Tho’ sown in tears thro’ weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Tho’ great the cost it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.

The harvest-home of God will come,
And after toil and care;
With joy untold your sheaves of gold,
Will all be garnered there.

Then day by day along your way,
The seeds of promise cast,
That ripened grain from hill and plain,
Be gathered home at last.
                                  Jessie H. Brown

I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.  So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.  Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour.  For we are labourers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building.  According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise masterbuilder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon.  But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon.  For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.  I Corinthians 3:6-11 

.....While Dr. Coke was journeying in America, he once attempted to ford a river, but his horse lost its foothold, and he was carried down the stream.  The doctor narrowly escaped drowning by clinging to a bough which overhung the river side.  A lady in the vicinity gave him entertainment in his distress; sent messengers after his horse, and did him much kindness:  when he left her roof he gave her a tract.  For five years the good doctor toiled on in the cause of Christ in England and in America.  Whether his tract had been destroyed, or had pierced a human heart, he knew not—nay, had forgotten its gift.  But one day, on his way to a conference of ministers, a young man approached him and requested the favour of a few minutes' conversation.
     "Do you remember, sir, being nearly drowned in this river some five years ago?"
     "I remember it quite well," replied the doctor.
     "Do you remember the widow lady at whose house you were entertained after escaping from the river?"
     "I do; and shall never forget the kindness she showed me."
     "And do you also remember giving her a tract when you bade her farewell?"
     "I do not; but it is very possible I did so."
     "Yes, sir, you did leave a tract.  That lady read it, and was converted.  She lent it to her neighbours, and many of them were converted too.  Several of her children were also saved; a society was formed, which flourishes to this day."
     This statement moved the doctor to tears.  But the young man, after a brief pause, resumed, saying, "I have not quite told you all.  I am her son.  That tract led me to Christ.  And now, sir, I am on my way to conference to be ordained to the work of the ministry."
.....Courage, therefore, drooping friend!  Weep not over any apparent want of success.  But as you have learned to labour, so learn also to wait.  Only see to it that you toil on in faith, and wait in hope.
                                                                                                                                                by Arvine

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