"Where were you wounded?" asked the surgeon of a soldier on Lookout Mountain. "Almost at the top," he answered. He forgot even his gaping wound -- he only remembered that he had won the heights. So let us go forth to higher endeavors for Christ and never rest till we can shout from the very top, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith."

Finish thy work, then rest
Till then rest never;
The rest for thee by God
is rest forever.

"God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas, but for scars."

Of an old hero the minstrel song--

With his Yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none,
But the notches on the blade.

What nobler decoration of honor can any godly man seek after than his scars of service, his losses for the crown, his reproaches for Christ's sake, his being worn out in his Master's service!

copied from:
December 12 "Streams In The Desert 1" by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
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