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    Knowledge puffeth up, but love buildeth up--1 Cor. 8: 1.

    All who seek to teach the Divine Plan to others are exposed to peculiar temptations, so that the honor of serving the Lord and His people demands a correspondingly larger measure of the graces of the holy Spirit, as well as of knowledge. Whoever, therefore, would be an instructor of others, a mouthpiece of the Lord, should cultivate all the various graces of the holy Spirit including meekness, that these (combined in Love) with knowledge, may build up himself as well as build up those to whom he ministers—Z '97, 277 (R 2218).

    The natural tendency of knowledge is to puff up its possessor, whose defense against such pride is a humble recognition that this knowledge is not his own invention, but a gift of God. The natural tendency of love is to build us up in abhorrence and avoidance of evil and opposition to it, in the graces, in the heavenly disposition, in the consecrated use of our fleshly members and in strengthening, balancing and perfecting the elements of Christlikeness—P '32, 48.

    Parallel passages: Rom. 11: 25; 12: 16; Prov. 3: 7; 26: 12; Isa. 5: 21; 1 Cor. 13:1-13; John 15: 9-17; Rom. 12: 9, 10; 1 Tim. 1: 5; 1 Pet. 1: 22; 1 John 4: 7-21.

    Hymns: 165, 166, 90, 91, 95, 198, 201.
    Poems of Dawn, 159: Not Now, My Child.
    Tower Reading: Z '12, 110 (R 5000).

    Questions: What were this week's experiences relating to this text? How were they met? What were their results?

     

     
    NOT NOW, MY CHILD

    "FATHER, I long to spread thy blessed Truth
    o'er land and sea!"
    I listen, and there comes to me
    His answer, tender, loving, mild,
    "Not now, My child."

    "Father, my heart is sad, I fain would leave this wilderness,
    Go forth, earth's groaning ones to bless!"
    I hear again His answer mild,
    "Not now, My child."

    "Father, I yearn to break these fleshly fetters and be
    free,
    As pants the hart, I pant for Thee!"
    His voice, how sweet, how tender, mild,
    "Not now, My child."

    "Father, Thy will be done, I humbly leave it all
    with Thee,
    Thou knowest what is best for me!"
    I hear His voice, so low, so mild,
    "Come now, My child."

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