Capitolo 4
hurry, worry or the argument of some kind that it was the daily destiny of ours
Paradisiacal master. This book would deduce us more away from Him, not nearby,
if it only made us be thirsty for retirement and calm, for times of
meditation or reserve. It is, not the imitation of Fletcher but the
the imitation of Christ to which these pages are meant to call us. The most greater part of
we cannot possess more never many gods draws some face fascinating of this refined persons
gentleman. We can perhaps be all right the purposes of God among the raw crowd
the whole best for that. But, depends on him, relationships near with
the Nazarene is as possible among the insane one of London or Glasgow,
or New York or Madras, as it was in the alleys in Jerusalem or
Capernaum and the intimacy with Jesus it is, later everything, the one thing
essential for every disciple.
But whoever is ceaselessly of incandescent wish you/he/she is thinking and you/he/she is planning for
the worse one; that is to say, not only for those commonly called the
worse which wild career of strikes of sin all the decent people with horror,
but for the distant one more seriously in danger that turns theirs a lot of religion
in a form or a fun and care nothing for some true relationships
with God. Perhaps these are the people most difficult of all to get
to, the people that it will be never probable that we make some impression
on unless we combine with the greatest possible activity a
the intensity of spiritual heat and the power of which we suppose that Fletcher was
one of the greatest champions that the world ever had. I/you/he/she don't allow us to resent himself/herself/themselves
or it runs away from some reproach as to our his/her own compared coldness and
ineffectiveness that this history can bring us. How much better to
twists him and is waked up again under now such some reprovals that only to wake up him
to them when life is slipping away! Alas! for the readers that are able
closes this book without resolving to be holy and profit as God
command us all to be!
London, _April_, 1905.