I am tired of the word duty; tired of hearing duty, duty, duty. Men go to church because it is their duty. You can never reach a man’s heart if you talk to him because it is your duty.
Suppose I told my wife I love her because it is my duty—what would she say? Once every year I go up to Connecticut to visit my aged mother. Suppose when I go next time, I tell her I know she is old and living on borrowed time; that I knew she had done a great deal for me, and that I came to see her every year because it is my duty.
Don’t you think she would say, “Well, then, my son, you needn’t take the trouble to come again?” Oh, let us strike for a higher plane than duty. —MOODY.
