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The Friend of the Smoking Flax

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Aug 17, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 33.

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The Friend of the Smoking Flax

“THE smoking flax shall he not quench,” however dimly it may burn. Though there be even a spark of fire left, he will fan it, and feed it, and encourage it in every way to woo it back into flame. He knows the heart from which the last dim ray of hope has almost fled, and to which there seems but darkness and despair ahead. But he takes that weary, worn heart into his great compassion, speaks tenderly to it, soothes it through some ministering spirit, some hand of love, and revives the hope that was dying. He is ever the friend of the bruised reed, ever the friend of the smoking flax. When the reed is torn by the storm, he is there. When the lamp is about to die out, and only the smoke of the vanished flame is left, he is there with the oil of joy for mourning.— United Presbyterian.