Many years ago, the Chinese farmers theorized that they could eat their big potatoes and keep the small potatoes for seed. Consequently, they at the big potatoes and planted the small potatoes. As a result of this practice for many years, the Chinese farmers made the startling discovery: nature had reduced all their potatoes to the size of marbles.
A new understanding of the law of life came to these farmers. They learned through bitter experience that they could not have the best things of life for themselves and use the leftovers for seed. The law of life decreed that the harvest would reflect the planting.
Horatio Bottomley was a British journalist and financier whose talents as a writer and orator earned him a seat in Parliament. But his name constantly came up in the courts in connection with fraud charges, and in 1922 he was finally sentenced to seven years in prison. It was there that a friend found him at work, stitching mailbags.
“Ah, Bottomley,” the man said, “sewing?”
“No,” the prisoner replied, “reaping.”
Many people sow their wild oats and then pray for a crop failure.
This is the bitterest of allto know that suffering need not have been; that it has resulted from indiscretion and inconsistency; that it is the harvest of ones own sowing; that the vulture which feeds on the vitals is a nestling of ones own rearing. Ah me! This is pain! There is an inevitable Nemesis in life. The laws of the heart and home, of the soul and human life, cannot be violated with impunity. Sin may be forgiven; the fire of penalty may be changed into the fire of trial: the love of God may seem nearer and dearer than ever and yet there is the awful pressure of pain; the trembling heart; the failing of eyes and pining of soul; the harp on the willows; the refusal of the lip to sing the Lords song.