[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0730":3},"JULY 30\r\nA cup of cold water only (Matt. 10:42).\r\nWhat am I to do? I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good work, therefore, any kindness, or any service I can render to  any soul of man or animal, let me do it now. Let me not neglect or\r\ndefer it for I shall not pass this way again. --An Old Quaker Saying.\r\nIt isn't the thing you do, dear,\r\nIt's the thing you leave undone,\r\nWhich gives you the bitter heartache At the setting of the sun;\r\nThe tender word unspoken, The letter you did not write,\r\nThe flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts at night.\r\nThe stone you might have lifted Out of your brother's way,\r\nThe bit of heartsome counsel\r\nYou were hurried too much to say;  The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone,\r\nThat you had no time or thought for, With troubles enough of your own.\r\nThese little acts of kindness, So easily out of mind,\r\nThese chances to be angels, Which even mortals find-\r\n\r\nThey come in night and silence,\r\nEach chill reproachful wraith,\r\nWhen hope is faint and flagging,   And a blight has dropped on faith.\r\nFor life is all too short, dear.\r\nAnd sorrow is all too great,\r\nTo suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late.\r\nAnd it's not the thing you do, dear,\r\nIt's the thing you leave undone,\r\nWhich gives you the bitter heartache,\r\nAt the setting of the sun. --Adelaide Proctor.\r\nGive what you have; to someone it may be better than you dare to think. --Longfellow.",1783499793254]