“Never are kind acts done
To wipe the weeping eyes,
But like the flashes of the sun
They signal to the skies;
And up above the angels read
How we have helped the sorer need.”
We mistake when we think that only great deeds make worthy service. In no life can there be many large and conspicuous things; the years must chiefly be filled with little things. Take even the story of the life of Jesus. In it there were, as recorded, a definite number of miracles which stand out in the narrative as stars of the first magnitude in the heavens. But strewn through all the days, filling all the moments, crowded into all the interstices of that wonderful life, were innumerable kindnesses and thoughtfulness, unrecorded, even unremembered words and acts. Jesus was not always working miracles, but He was always doing good; and the greater measure of the blessing He left in the world came, not from His few supernatural works, but from the countless common human kindnesses He wrought.
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