“Forbid me an easy place,
O God, in some sequestered nook,
Apart to lie
With folded hands, in quiet rest,
To doze and dream, and weaker grow,
Until I die.
“Give me, O Lord, a task so hard,
That all my powers shall taxed be
To do my best,
That I may stronger grow in toil,
And fitted be, for service harder still,
Until I rest.
“This my reward–development
From what I am, to what Thou art,
For this I plead;
Wrought out by being wrought upon,
By deeds reflective, done in love,
For those in need.”
We should never be content with a narrow life. We are made for breadth and fullness, and we rob God when we fail to reach our best. Some people assert that Christianity’s ideal for life is narrow. They say it cramps and limits us. It has no place, for example, for physical or intellectual development. It says nothing about art, music, science, or the many phases of human activity. It presents only the moral side – conscience, obedience to heavenly laws, spiritual attainments and achievements.
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