, there was nothing
that the world could do to Him that could ruffle the surface of His
spirit. Pax Vobiscum, p. 36.

November 22d. Life is the cradle of eternity. As the man is to the animal
in the slowness of his evolution, so is the spiritual man to the natural
man. Foundations which have to bear the weight of an eternal life must be
surely laid. Character is to wear forever; who will wonder or grudge that
it cannot be developed in a day? The Changed Life, p. 55.

November 23d. To await the growing of a soul is an almost Divine act of
faith. How pardonable, surely, the impatience of deformity with itself,
of a consciously despicable character standing before Christ, wondering,
yearning, hungering to be like that? Yet must one trust the process
fearlessly, and without misgiving. "The Lord the Spirit" will do His
part. The tempting expedient is, in haste for abrupt or visible progress,
to try some method less spiritual, or to defeat the end by watching for
effects instead of keeping the eye on the Cause. The Changed Life, p. 56.

November 24th. The Image of Christ that is forming within us--that is
life's one charge. Let every project stand aside for that. "Till Christ
be formed," no man's work is finished, no religion crowned, no life has
fulfilled its end. Is the infinite task begun? When, how, are we to be
different? Time cannot change men. Death cannot change men. Christ can.
Wherefore PUT ON CHRIST. The Changed Life, p. 62.

November 25th. Christ saw that men took life painfully. To some it was a
weariness, to others a failure, to many a tragedy, to all a struggle and
a pain. How to carry this burden of life had been the whole world's
problem. It is still the whole world's problem. And here is Christ's
solution. "Carry it as I do. Take life as I take it. Look at it from My
point of view. Interpret it upon My principles. Take My yoke and learn of
Me, and you will find it easy. For My yoke is easy, works easily, sits
right upon the shoulders, and THEREFORE My burden is light." Pax
Vobiscum, p. 44.

November 26th. There is a disease called "touchiness"--a disease which,
in spite of its innocent name, is one of the gravest sources of
restlessness in the world. Touchiness, when it becomes chronic, is a
morbid condition of the inward disposition. It is self-love inflamed to
the acute point. . . The cure is to shift the yoke to some other place;
to let men and things touch us through some new and perhaps as yet unuse