Giving-a Sweet Smelling Sacrifice
A little babbling brook springs forth from an ancient hill side, flows down the hill liberally supplying everything on its path with pure cool water. Supplying the water as it flows down does not empty it for the deep fountain inside the belly of the hill continues unceasingly to replenish it. The little brook flows down the hill, deepening and swelling. It then pours all its water into a river, withholding not a drop. The river flows towards the ocean, pouring itself out continuously. The tributaries which come streaming from the hills keep the river constantly brimming. The ocean perpetually sends up its vapor to the sky, which falls as rain on the hill. The ocean is not emptied, for the rivers are constantly flowing in. The heaven and earth see to it that the little brook shall never fail to sing its joyous song, “Men may come and go, but I go on forever.” In Philip...