If by our deeds we become saints, true it is, that by our deeds also we shall be condemned. Yes, it is little by little that we press onward, either towards salvation or eternal ruin; and when at last [pg 016] The first backward step is almost imperceptible; it was those tiny flakes of snow, seeming to melt as they touch the earth, but falling one upon another, that have formed that immense mass which seems ready to fall and crush us. Ah! if I tried to trace back to what first led to that act of sin, the thought that produced the desire, the circumstance that gave rise to the thought, I should find something almost imperceptible; perhaps a word with a double entendre I had heard, and at which I had smiled; a useless explanation, sought out of mere curiosity; a hasty look, cast I knew not wherefore, and which conscience prompted me to check; a prayer neglected, because it wearied me; work left undone, while I indulged in some day-dream that flitted before my fancy.... [pg 017]A week later the same things occur, but this time more prolonged; the stifled voice of conscience is hushed. Yet another week.... Alas! let us stop there; each can complete the sad story for himself, and it is easy to draw the practical conclusion. |