Before we begin, I said in my last post that I would answer a question that I posed to all my readers. Because nobody has responded, I will wait a few more days before giving my answer. To take a look at the question, click HERE.
And now, here is this weeks second story.
The Two Roses
Being with my friend in a garden, we gathered each of us a rose. He handled his tenderly; smelt it but seldom, and sparingly. I always kept mine to my nose, or squeezed it in my hand; whereby, in a very short time, it lost both its colour and sweetness; but his still remained sweet and fragrant. These roses, said I, are the true emblems of the best and sweetest enjoyments in the world – which, being moderately and cautiously used and enjoyed, may for a long time yield sweetness to the possessor of them; but if once the affections seize too greedily upon them, and squeeze them too hard, they quickly wither in our hands. It is a point of excellent wisdom, to keep the golden bridle of moderation upon all the affections we exercise on earthly things; and never to let slip the reins of the affections, unless they move toward God, in the love of whom there is no danger of excess.
True love is self sacrificial love and the only way we can learn that, is by first loving God. – Hentycrew