ABSTRACT
When the dear old world has passed away, and we awake after our sleep, we shall doubtless see in the work that lies before us the unfinished threads of that we were doing here, and, in the rest, the best fulfilment of our best visions of spiritual rest. But now we have little to do with these glorified continuations further than to trust that they will be, and that they will be far better than we can dream. We must just go on sowing our seed here, not wondering if tares come among it, and believe that there is One Who will thoroughly purge His floor at last, gathering the wheat into His garner and burning it up, as Mr. Maurice showed me long ago, to be a blessing promised to us that our chaff should be burnt in unquenchable fire.
