It is so little I can do! It is so little I can say!
Nay, but what God demands of you, Is just that little; Hear - obey.
A kind word of praise, of sympathy, of encouragement; it would not cost you much, yet how often does pride, or envy, or indifference prevent you from speaking it? The cup of cold water, the barley loaves, the two farthings, how often are we too wretched and too self-absorbed to give even these! If we be in the least sincere, in the least earnest, let us be encouraged. The little gifts of our poverty, the small services of our insignificance, the barley loaves and fishes of the Galilean boy on the desert plain, the two shillings of the poor woman are despised by the world. But they are also dear. They are accepted. They will be infinitely rewarded to Him who gives the conies their homes in the rocks, who knows every sparrow's fall; who numbers the very hairs of our heads; who builds the vast continents by the toil of the coral insect, and by His grains of sand stays the raging of the sea.
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