In a book called "Parables of Life," there is a haunting story of a lonely old man who had spent all his years acquiring "knowledge" without learning anything of lasting value...
As he looked back and retraced the road he had travelled, the weariness of the journey gathered upon his spirit until it seemed the spring of life had been choked at its source.
In his early years, love had looked into his eyes, had held him for a moment, had walked a little way with him, but his pride flung it aside. There was no room for such companionship on that narrow path, no smoothness for such tender feet on that rough highway.
What had he to do with love - he whose heart was set on knowledge?
Long ago love left him; long ago men had ceased to call upon him for help as he passed, swift and unswerving on his way. The secret of the good life was farther from him than when he set out on his journey!
He had gained knowledge, but without love there is neither wisdom nor life!
Who do you know that may very well look back over their lives with regret and wish they could do it over? Will you?
As he looked back and retraced the road he had travelled, the weariness of the journey gathered upon his spirit until it seemed the spring of life had been choked at its source.
In his early years, love had looked into his eyes, had held him for a moment, had walked a little way with him, but his pride flung it aside. There was no room for such companionship on that narrow path, no smoothness for such tender feet on that rough highway.
What had he to do with love - he whose heart was set on knowledge?
Long ago love left him; long ago men had ceased to call upon him for help as he passed, swift and unswerving on his way. The secret of the good life was farther from him than when he set out on his journey!
He had gained knowledge, but without love there is neither wisdom nor life!
Who do you know that may very well look back over their lives with regret and wish they could do it over? Will you?
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