[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0224":3},"FEBRUARY 24\r\nJohn did no miracle: but all things that John spake of this man were true (John 10:41).\r\nYou may be very discontented with yourself. You are no genius, have no brilliant gifts, & are inconspicuous for any special faculty.\r\nMediocrity is the law of your existence. Your days are remarkable for nothing but sadness & insipidity. Yet you may live a great\r\nlife.\r\nJohn did no miracle, but Jesus said that among those born of women there had not appeared a greater than he.\r\nJohn's main business was to bear witness to the Light, & this may    be yours & mine. John was content to be only a voice, if men would think of Christ.\r\nBe willing to be only a voice, heard but not seen; a mirror whose whose surface is lost to view, because it reflects the dazzling\r\nglory of the sun; a breeze that springs up just before daylight, and says, \"'Me dawn! the dawn!\" and then dies away.\r\nDo the commonest and smallest things as beneath His eye. If you must five with uncongenial people, set to the conquest by love. If   you have made a great mistake in your life, do not let it becloud\r\nall of it; but locking the secret in your breast, compel it to yield strength and sweetness.\r\nWe are doing more good than we know, sowing seed, starting\r\nstreamlets, giving men true thoughts of Christ, to which they will refer one day as the first things that started them thinking of\r\nHim; and, of my part, I shall be satisfied if no great mausoleum is\r\nraised over my grave, but that simple souls shall gather there when I am gone, and say,\r\n\"He was a good man; he wrought no miracles, but he spake words\r\nabout Christ which led me to know Him for myself.\"--George Matheson.\r\nTHY HIDDEN ONES (PSALM 83:3)\r\n\r\nThick green leaves from the soft brown earth, Happy springtime hath called them forth;\r\nFirst faint promise of summer bloom\r\nBreathes from the fragrant, sweet perfume, Under the leaves.\r\nLift them! what marvelous beauty lies\r\nHidden beneath, from our thoughtless eyes!\r\nMayflowers, rosy or purest white, Lift their cups to the sudden light, Under the leaves.\r\nAre there no lives whose holy deeds- Seen by no eye save His who reads   Motive and action-in silence grow\r\nInto rare beauty, and bud and blow Under the leaves?\r\nFair white flowers of faith and trust,\r\nSpringing from spirits bruised and crushed;\r\nBlossoms of love, rose-tinted and bright,\r\nTouched and painted with Heaven's own light Under the leaves.\r\nFull fresh clusters of duty borne,\r\nFairest of all in that shadow grown;\r\nWondrous the fragrance that sweet and rare Come from the flower-cups hidden there\r\nUnder the leaves.\r\nThough unseen by our vision dim,\r\nBud and blossom are known to Him;   Wait we content for His heavenly ray- Wait till our Master Himself one day    Lifteth the leaves.\r\n\"God calls many of His most valued workers from the unknown multitude\" (Luke 14:23).",1783499792049]