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Heresy and Love

EN are prone to inquire about what
is right and what is wrong.

You can not catalogue those matters.
Love is always right.

Hate is always wrong.

Hate is heresy. It is the worst heresy. It is the only heresy.

Love is the test of orthodoxy. It is orthodoxy. It is the fragrance of the flower.

God is love. God is orthodox. What God does tells what God is.

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If you want to know about a man's orthodoxy, find out about his love. man's love determines the direction of his life.

You can not hate men and love God. One who loves can not be shut out of God's Kingdom. Nor can one who hates be taken in.

Jesus did not demand of His disciples that they all think alike, but that they love alike: "By this shall all men know

that ye are My disciples, if ye have love

one to another."

Love lifts.

Hate is a heavy weight.

One is upward to light. The other down

ward to darkness.

Love liberates.

Hate imprisons.

Love enlarges.

Hate is shriveling.

Hate is heresy. Love is orthodoxy.

Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul, Love is the only angel that can bid the gate unroll. And when He comes to call thee, arise and follow

fast;

His way may lead through darkness, but it leads to light at last.-HENRY VAN DYKE.

Character

'HE Aristocracy of Fine Souls is a

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royal company to which not all people belong. "Aunt Susan," as the young people all called her, has been a life member of that order. I never liked the name Susan until I met her. Since then it has been a name of beauty. Some people seem to give luster to the most somber hues. Some folks look dressed up in almost any sort of garments, while others never do look dressed up, no matter what they wear. Almost any name is sweet when borne by a fine character.

I have known the one above mentioned for more than thirty years. She has reared a large family of noble children, four of whom have passed on into that country that lies beyond the unseen sea. The husband, too, both great and good, has been gone now for many years. And while the shadows have lengthened, she has been walking the long way alone. Yet not alone, for the Unseen Friend has walked

beside her all the way, and her face is illumined by the inner light. She is a radiant soul.

Always has this good woman been one of the earth's real toilers, but always she has had time to be helpful and kind. It has seemed impossible for her to do too much for others. Forgetting her own hard tasks, her own cares, her own sorrows and bereavements, her own heavy afflictions, she has busied herself trying to relieve other souls, encouraging them and helping bear their burdens. Always does she think of others, scarcely of herself at all. Infinite in patience, incessant in toil, rich in kindly ministries. She is never captious or critical. She puts the best construction upon word and deed. She is most ready to excuse an error and to spread the mantle of charity over a fault in some one else. She heartens every one. Whether appreciated or not, it has made no difference with her. She is a lofty soul.

While the sorrows of her own life have been many, she has borne them all with sweet and uncomplaining silence, seeming to forget them in the attention she gives to those about her, and in her devotion

CHARACTER

to the life she has spent in such unselfish service. A pure mind. A great soul. A life like a radiant sunbeam, and one that helps every other life it touches.

This good woman has gone past her threescore years and ten. Her long race is nearly run. Just a few more setting suns and it will be daybreak. But she has never been a bright star in society. She has made so little noise the big world has scarcely been aware of her presence at all. She has not been much in the public eye. Not even prominent in women's clubs. She will probably not appear in the "Hall of Fame," though she has been an ideal mother and as fine a friend as mortal ever had, and on the inner wall of many a life will hang the picture of her fair face and the image of her great soul. And, after all, the "Hall of Fame" is but a little playhouse for children, and is petty and insignificant compared to the great world of human hearts where "Aunt Susan" shall be honored and shall live forever.

What an army of young people she has helped and inspired! Many of the "boys," when grown to be gray-haired men, will remember with tearful gladness the times