And life is just like that—The importance of little things is so easily seen. in the physical realm. The prairie fire that sweeps along in a fifty mile wall of living flame can grow from one tiny spark, no larger than the flame of a match. I have seen forest fires in the north land of Canada, sweeping over a township, flames leaping from tree to tree, the not a little one?"
"Is it nob a little one?" It is the devil's prompting, as old as the Old Testament, and the same to-day as it was then,—and just as wrong.
"It doesn't matter!" But it does.—Every sin matters. It may not seem to matter, but it may have in it the beginnings of eternal seperation, In the wonderful old allegory of the tinker of Bedford,*you remember, Christian and Faithful, as they made their pilgrims progress, found the road grow difficult. But there was a by-path that ran almost parallel to the road they had been hidden to follow so strictly. The by-path seemed to vary so little, and was so much more pleasant to travel,—they thought it could not matter, and they followed it, But you remember that it led them ever deeper into trouble, and almost disaster in the Castle of Giant Despair.
It may not seem to matter.—But the insignificant choice or decision may be the fork in the road that leads to happiness or despair. It may be charged with life or death. It may lead to Heaven or the pit. And the choice that we may make may be irrevocable.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.