| The Glory of the Common Life |
Chapter 17 |
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Why are we so fickle in our faith and gladness. We are on the mountain top one hour, and next hour we are away down in the dim valley. We have all the great essential elements of happiness on a dark, rainy day that we had on the bright day a week ago. We have God, we have hope, and we have love. Why should we let a little drizzle, a gust of wind and a flurry of sleet darken our mood and make all things seem hopeless for us? Why should one dreary day make us forget whole weeks of bright sunshine, fragrant air? Ought not the ‘remembers’ to save us from such gloomy feelings?
We ought to keep always the lesson of the “Remembers,” as the Kaiserbad doctor taught it. Yesterday had been a glorious day for him because the king had put a decoration upon him. The honour had so impressed him, so filled his heart with gladness, that no unpleasant weather could make him forget it. What did a little rain amount to while he wore the decoration and remembered the great favour the king had bestowed upon him! “A miserable day,” other people said to the doctor when they met him. “Oh, no; I have the remembers!”
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