ter
would feel that he was serving God as acceptably in handling his
broom as his brother angel was in holding his sceptre. And this is
true. We see the same illustrated in the fable of:

"The Stream and the Mill." "I notice," said the stream to the mill,
"that you grind beans as well and as cheerfully as you do the finest
wheat." "Certainly," said the mill; "what am I here for but to grind?
and so long as I work, what does it signify to me what the work is?
My business is to serve my master, and I am not a whit more useful
when I turn out the finest flour than when I turn out the coarsest
meal. My honor is, not in doing fine work, but in doing any thing
that is given me to do in the best way that I can." That is true. And
this is just the way in which Jesus wishes us to serve him when he
says to "_his own_ servants," "Occupy till I come." This means serve
me, in everything, as you would do if you saw me standing by your
side.

"How to Serve God." Willie's mother let him go with his little sister
into the street to play. She told them not to go off the street on
which their house stood. Willie was a little fellow, and lisped very
much in talking; but he was brave, and he was obedient. Presently his
sister asked him to go into another street; but he refused. "Mamma
thaid no," was Willie's answer. "The thaid we muthn't do off thith
threet," said Willie in his lisping way. "Only just a little way
round the corner," said his teasing sister. "Mamma'll never know it."

"But I thall know it my own thelf; and I don't want to know any thuch
a mean thing; and I won't!" And Willie straightened himself, and
stood up like a man. That was brave and beautiful in Willie. And that
is the way in which we should try to serve our heavenly Master.

"How a Boy May Serve God." A gentleman met a little boy wheeling his
baby brother in a child's carriage. "My little man," said the
gentleman, "what are you doing to serve God?" The little fellow
stopped a moment, and then, looking up into the gentleman's face, he
said:--"Why, you see, Sir, I'm trying to make baby happy, so that he
won't worry mamma who is sick." That was a noble answer. In trying to
amuse his baby brother, and to relieve his poor sick mother, that
little boy was serving God as truly and as acceptably as the angel
Gabriel does when he wings his way, on a mission of mercy, to some
far off world.

And this is the lesson about the servants that comes to us from
Olivet.

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