The voyage of life should be right across the ocean, whose waters never shrink, and where the keel never rubs the bottom. But men are afraid to venture, and hang upon the coast, and explore lagoons, or swing at anchor in wind sheltered bays. Some men put their keel into riches, some into sensuous pleasures, some into friendship, and all these are shallow for anything that draws as deep as the human soul does.
God’s work in each age, indicated by the great movements of His providence, is the only thing deep enough for the heart. We ought to begin life as the source of a river, growing deeper every league to the sea; whereas, in fact thousands are like men who enter the mouths of rivers and sail upwards; finding less and less water every day; and in old age they lie shrunk and gaping upon dry gravel. —BEECHER.
