Test Yourself (C.F. Blumhardt)

You rack your brain to solve the mystery of the Savior, but you
would do better to examine the puzzle of your own heart. You
should be wondering why you are so impenetrable: why your
intentions, which are always so noble, are followed by so few
good deeds; why, despite your pious impulses, your life is so
lacking in genuine devotion; why, when it comes to really
getting things done, you turn out to be so feeble, so lame. You
are always sighing, it is true, but to what effect?



Peace Forever,
Firacub.