List of points

“I carry a little Crucifix”, wrote a friend. “Its Crucified is worn out by use and by kisses . It was left to my father when his mother, who had used it, died.

It’s a poor thing and much the worse for wear, so I would not have the nerve to give it away to anyone. That’s why when I see it my love for the Cross will grow.”

Yesterday I saw a picture which I liked immensely , a picture of Jesus lying dead. An angel was kissing his left hand with inexpressible devotion. Another, at the Saviour’s feet, was holding a nail torn out of the Cross. In the foreground with his back to us there was a tubby little angel weeping as he gazed at Christ.

I prayed to God that they would let me have the picture. It is beautiful. It breathes devotion. I was saddened to hear that they had shown it to a prospective buyer who had refused to take it, saying, “It’s a corpse!” To me, You will always be Life.