GRAINS OF GOLD

New Zealand Tablet, 11 May 1911, Page 843

GRAINS OF GOLD

IN THE SANCTUARY. He is waiting, ever waiting, Through the brightness of the day, Through the sound of many footsteps, . And the clamor of the way; From the first glad hours of morning. To the solemn hush of noon, Through the bleakness of December And the sultriness of June. He is waiting, ever waiting, Through the stillness of the night, When the moon rides high in heaven And the silent stars are bright; When the rose lamp burns forever, Like a guide to weary feet, And the very silence murmurs: “Wanderer, pause, the rest is sweet.” He is waiting, ever waiting, Through the day and months and years. He has peace for bruised spirits, He has balm for bitter tears. On the Cross through death and anguish Once He made us all His own. Oh ye thoughtless sons of Adam, Shall He wait and watch alone? —Sacred Heart Beviexv. The most unprofitable thing to hold in this world is a grudge. Happiness depends greatly on trifles, yet it is, no trifle. Therefore take pains to keep trivial annoyances away from those you love, lest you mar their happiness. Don’t be unwilling to let strangers know that yqp are Catholics. If you are not ashamed of Christ, or of His Church, stand out in the open as believers in His religion. As the ceremonial of the Church is the expression of its faith, so are religious customs in the home an expression , and evidence of the belief that animates it. Do away with * the ceremonial of the Church and you weaken faith; for our composite nature calls for an outward expression of our inward belief. Remove the Catholic atmosphere of the home by banishing the external evidence of faith from the domestic hearth, and you sap religion at its very foundahead. The passing of years is like the coming of dawn —slow, silent, inevitable. The most eager cannot hasten the quiet, irresistible movement, and the most reluctant cannot forbid. Some gifts the years bring which we would fain decline—age, sorrow, disappointment. Some treasures they take which we would keep for ever—youth, beauty, innocence. But there are more precious treasures which time cannot supply and the years cannot friendship, patience, faith, and love.