“ITS JUST LIKE THE PLAN”

You remember the ‘story of the engineer of the Brooklyn bridge. During its building he was injured. For many long months he was I shut up in his room. His gifted wife shared his toils, and carried his plans to the workmen.

At last the great bridge was completed. Then the invalid architect asked to see it.

They put him upon a cot, and carried him to the bridge. They placed him where he could see the magnificent structure in all its beauty. There he lay, in his helpless- ness, intently scanning the work of his genius. He marked the great cables, the massive piers, the mighty anchorages which fettered it to I the earth.

His critical eye ran over every beam, every girder, every I chord, every rod. He noted every detail carried out precisely as he had I dreamed it in his dreams, and wrought it out in his plans and specifica- tions. And then as the joy of achievement filled his soul, as he saw and realized that it was finished exactly as he had designed it; in an ecstasy of delight he cried out: “It’s just like the plan, it’s just like I the plan.”

Some day we shall stand in the glory and looking up into His face, cry out: “O God, I thank Thee that Thou didst turn me aside from my wilful and perverse way, to Thy loving and perfect one. I thank Thee that Thou didst ever lead me to yield my humble life to Thee. And now that I see my finished life, no longer ‘through a glass darkly’ but in the face to face splendor of Thine own glory, I thank Thee, O God, I thank Thee that it’s just like the plan; it’s just like the plan.”