Well, then, faith, like everything else, once we have it, grows greater by our continual exercise of it.  Exercise, then, intentionally and seriously and on system your faith every day.  And exercise it habitually and increasingly on your Bible, on heaven, and on Jesus Christ.  And let your faith on all these things, and places, and persons, work by love,—­by love and by imagination.  Our love is cold and our faith is small and weak for lack of imagination.  Read your Psalm, your Gospel, your Epistle every morning and every night with your eye upon the object.  Think you see the Psalmist amid all his deep and divine experiences.  Think you see Jesus Christ speaking His parables, saying His prayers, and doing His good works.  Walk up and down with Him, observing His manner, His look, His gait, His divinity in your humanity, till Galilee and Jerusalem become Scotland and Edinburgh; that is, till He is as much with you, and more, than He was with Peter and James and John.  Never close your eye a single night till you have again laid your hand on the very head of the Lamb of God, and till you feel that your sin and guilt have all passed off your hand and on upon His head.  And never rise without, like William Law, saluting the rising sun in the name of God, as if he had just been created and sent up into your sky to let you see to serve God and your neighbour for another day.  And be often out of this world and up in heaven.  Beat all about you at building castles in the air; you have more material and more reason.  For is not faith the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen?  Walk often in heaven’s friendly streets.  Pass often into heaven’s many mansions filled with happy families.  Imagine this unhappy life at an end, and imagine yourself sent back to this probationary world to play the man for a few short years before heaven finally calls you home.  Little-Faith was a good man, but there was no speculation in his eyes and no secrets of love in his heart.  And if your faith also is little, and your spending money also is run low, try this way of love and imagination.  If you have a better way, then go on with it and be happy yourself and helpful to others; but if your faith is at a standstill and is stricken with barrenness, try my counsel of putting more heart and more inward eye, more holy love and more heavenly joy, into your frigid and sterile religion.

THE FLATTERER

   “A man that flattereth his neighbour spreadeth a net for his
   feet.”—­The Wise Man.