The Sermon of Life

Our birth is the text. Youth the introduction. During manhood we lay down a few propositions and prove them. Some passages are dull and some are sprightly. Then come Inferences and Application. At seventy we say, “Fifthly and lastly.” The Doxology is sung. The Benediction is pronounced. The book is closed. It is getting cold. Frost on the window pane. Audience gone, Shut up the church. Sexton goes home with the key on his shoulder.
- Talmage ©

Life Is LiKe a...

Life is like a beautiful and winding lane, one either side bright flowers, beautiful butterflies, and temping fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire and taste, so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance, the trees grow bleak, the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find that we have arrived- to reach a desert waste.
- Sala ©