WHEN NATURE plants oak in the forest, she does not say, "Be a lichen, a small ground-creeping thing!" She says, "Grow! Become a tall, strong, mountain tree!" When we hold a baby in our arms we do not say, "My child, be good for nothing." Neither does God say, "Be nothing; do nothing! Just exist as humbly and meekly as you can!" He says, "Quit you like men!"
Each of us is born for a sceptre and a crown. It gives a strange new thrill to life to realize we may long earnestly for high things, and work for them, if our inmost desire is not for self, but for God
"We need not live on the marsh and in the mists. The slopes and ridges invite us!"
Teach me the faith of the mountains, serene and sublime,
The deep-rooted joy of just living one day at a time;
Leaving the pretty possessions the vally-folk buy
For the glory of glad wind-swept spaces where earth meets the sky.
Teach me the faith of the mountains, their strength to endure,
The breadth and depth of their vision, unswerving and sure,
Counting the dawn and the starlight as parts of one whole
Wrought by the Spirit Eternal, within his control.
Help us to live a mountain-top life!
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