That's why there are so many broken hearts among us; that's
why so many men and women are disappointed and going through the streets
with shattered hopes; it's because they have not been laying up
treasures in heaven.
"It's Better Higher Up."
Not long ago there lived an old bed-ridden saint, and a Christian lady
who visited her found her always very cheerful. This visitor had a lady
friend of wealth who constantly looked on the dark side of things, and
was always cast down although she was a professed Christian. She thought
it would do this lady good to see the bed-ridden saint, so she took her
down to the house. She lived up in the garret, five stories up, and when
they had got to the first story the lady drew up her dress and said,
"How dark and filthy it is!" "It's better higher up," said her friend.
They got to the next story, and it was no better; the lady complained
again, but her friend replied, "It's better higher up," At the third
floor it seemed still worse, and the lady kept complaining, but her
friend kept saying, "It's better higher up." At last they got to the
fifth story, and when they went into the sick-room, there was a nice
carpet on the floor, there were flowering plants in the window, and
little birds singing.
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