Victor Roy - Harriet Annie Wilkins - Bog

A poor weary traveler plucks a flower. The shadows of a cathedral lay before him. Its architecture charmed him. Its calmness refreshed him. Approaching he laid his flower upon it, saying: "It is all I can give; it, too, is God's work, although gathered by a feeble, dying hand." A priest standing near looked upon the flower and said: "God bless you, my brother, heaven is nearer to me." A simple story told in simple words of lives around us. It tells of sorrows that are daily being borne by suffering humanity, and of the faith that gives strength to that suffering humanity to endure "seeing Him, who is invisible." The following pages reference that Ancient Order through the centuries, bearing upon its structure the marks of that Grand Master Builder, who gave to the visible universe "the sun to rule the day, the moon, and stars to govern the night."