The Gospel Beacon

An old man going a lone highway, came at evening cold and gray, to a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide. through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, the sullen stream had no fears for him, but he turned when safe on the other side, and built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man” said a fellow pilgrim near, “you are wasting your strength with building here. Your journey will end with the ending of day, you never again must pass this way. You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide, why build you a bridge at eventide?” The builder lifted his old gray head: “good friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “there followeth after me he today, a youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been nought to me, to that fair haired youth may a pitfall be. He too must cross in the twilight dim, good friend I am building the bridge for him.”

Lord help me live from day to day in such a self-forgetful way, that even as I kneel to pray, my prayer will be for OTHERS. Help me in all the work I do, to all men be sincere and true, and know that all I do for you, I must do Lord for OTHERS. Myself be crucified, slain, and buried deep, and all in vain my efforts be to rise again, unless to live for OTHERS. And when my work on earth is done, and my new work in Heavens begun, may I forget the crown I’ve won, while thinking still of OTHERS. OTHERS, Lord, yes OTHERS, let this my motto be, help me to live for OTHERS, that I may live like THEE