| The Joy of Service |
Chapter 3 |
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What men and women find in the life depends on what they are themselves. We hear some people talk of the coldness of the world. They find no love anywhere, no gratitude, no appreciation, no sympathy, no tenderness. Others, living in like circumstances and conditions, find only brightness, beauty, gladness, and tenderness wherever they go. The same skies are dull and leaden to one, and glorious with their deep, wonderful blue to another. The same fields are dreary and desolate to one eye, and filled with splendid beauty to another. The same people seem unsympathetic, uncongenial, unneighbourly to one, and to the other appear cordial, kindly, responsive, and unselfish.
Each person’s heart casts its own hue and tinge upon all other lives. Two listen to the same voice: and while one hears what seems to him to be terrifying thunder, the other hears the entrancing strains of angels’ songs.
“Two men looked out from their prison bars –
One saw the mud, the other saw the stars.”
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