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"It is impossible for me to become great, so I must bear with myself and my many imperfections, but I will seek out a means of reaching Heaven by a little way―very short, very straight and entirely new. We live in an age of lifts which save us the trouble of climbing stairs―I will try to find a lift by which I may be raised unto God, for I am too small to climb the steep stairway of perfection.
I sought to find in Holy Scripture some suggestion of what this desired lift might be, and I came across those words, uttered by the Eternal Wisdom itself: "Whosoever is a little one, let him come to Me." I therefore drew near to God, feeling sure that I had discovered what I sought. But wishing further to know what He would do to the "little one." I continued my search and this is what I found: "You shall be carried at the breasts and upon the knees; . . . . as one whom the mother caresseth, so will I comfort you." (Isa. 66/12. 13.)
Never have I been consoled by words more tender and more sweet. O Jesus, Thy Arms, then, are the lift which must raise me even unto Heaven. To reach Heaven I need not become great; on the contrary, I must remain little, I must become even smaller than I am. My God, Thou hast gone beyond my desire and I will sing Thy Mercies (Turn Page ☛☛)
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