. .
When you look for the bad, expecting it, you will get it. When
you know you will find the good--you will get that. . . . Tell
your son Tom you KNOW he'll be glad to fill that woodbox--then
watch him start, alert and interested!"
The minister dropped the paper and lifted his chin. In a moment
he was on his feet, tramping the narrow room back and forth, back
and forth. Later, some time later, he drew a long breath, and
dropped himself in the chair at his desk.
"God helping me, I'll do it!" he cried softly. "I'll tell all my
Toms I KNOW they'll be glad to fill that woodbox! I'll give them
work to do, and I'll make them so full of the very joy of doing
it that they won't have TIME to look at their neighbors'
woodboxes!" And he picked up his sermon notes, tore straight
through the sheets, and cast them from him, so that on one side
of his chair lay "But woe unto you," and on the other, "scribes
and Pharisees, hypocrites!" while across the smooth white paper
before him his pencil fairly flew--after first drawing one black
line through Matthew twenty-third; 13--14 and 23.
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