“I will go and work for my King,” I cried,
“There are so many ways on every side.”
But my feet could not reach the open door,
And I heard a voice whisper, “Try no more,
Rest quietly on this bed of pain,
Strength for some other day to gain.”
And my heart was filled with dark despair,
For how could I serve my Master there?
While I lay idle day by day
Those chances to work would slip away.
Then slowly the darkness lifted, and lo!
Again came the whisper, soft and low,
“When they cease to murmur against their fate,
They also serve who only wait.”
It was after the feeding of the five thousand. There was much bread left over, and Jesus bade the disciples gather up the broken pieces, that nothing be lost. The incident suggests our Lord’s care for broken things. Our lives are full of broken things. Indeed, many people seem to leave nothing after them but broken pieces. They begin many things, but finish nothing. Life is too short for us to more than begin things. It is said even of Jesus that he only began to do and to teach.
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