She had never liked to think about the
cross before, but now it was all illumined with the glory of the love
which gave to us God's best, his only begotten Son. She remembered how
the Lord Jesus had said: "If I be lifted up, I will draw all men unto
Me." She saw that it is as we see Christ on the cross for us that we
are drawn to Him.
In that still hour, on her knees, at the foot of the cross, Marcia
with great gladness made her first "White Gift" unto her Lord--she
gave HERSELF to Him.
[*] By permission of the author and the publisher, Pittsburgh
Christian Advocate.
THE FIR TREE[*]
Adapted by J. H. Stickney
Far away in the forest, where the warm sun and the fresh air made a
sweet resting place, grew a pretty little fir tree. The situation was
all that could be desired; and yet it was not happy, it wished so
much to be like its tall companions, the pines and firs which grew
around it.
The sun shone, and the soft air fluttered its leaves, and the little
peasant children passed by, prattling merrily; but the fir tree did
not heed them.
Sometimes the children would bring a large basket of raspberries or
strawberries, wreathed in straws, and seat themselves near the fir
tree, and say, "Is it not a pretty little tree?" which made it feel
even more unhappy than before.
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