Sorrow and Joy
James E. Session # 669

Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below.

When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine's kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

But we can never be united, said Sorrow wistfully.
No, never, And Joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke. My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays.

My path, said Sorrow, turning slowly away, leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth-songs, the love song of the night, shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell.

Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.

I see Him as the King of Joy, whispered Sorrow, for on His head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever.

May, Sorrow, said Joy softly, but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony. I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy that I have known.

Then we are one in Him, they cried in gladness, for none but He could unite Joy and Sorrow.

Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, as sorrowful yet always rejoicing.

The Master Plan
Martin A. Draughon

The things we do
Or the places we go...
One learns of which, he has no control.

Everything is predestined
And fits into a master plan...
Something we cannot change or know.

The master Planner you will never see,
Until you leave this life
To live happily in eternity.

He keeps a record
Of each and every little thing,
And always knows where we are,
What we're doing and thinking.

You cannot run from the Master Planner
Or hide from Him the evils you do.
Accept this as the truth,
Confess it all to Him,
And rewards beyond dreams
Will come to you.