A Deovtion from George Matheson

They shall mount up with wings as eagles;

they shall run, and not be weary;

and they shall walk, and not faint.

—Isaiah 40:31

This, my soul, is the triumph of your being—to be able to walk with God! Flight belongs to the young soul; it is the romance of religion. To run without weariness belongs to the lofty soul; it is the beauty of religion. But to walk and not faint belongs to the perfect soul; it is the power of religion.

 Can you walk in white through the stained thoroughfares of men? Can you touch the vile and polluted ones of earth and retain your pure garments? Can you meet in contact with the sinful and be yourself undefiled? Then you have surpassed the flight of the eagle!