We can give no actual aid--the soul must fight its battles alone; but we can be as the angel that ministered in our Lord's Gethsemane, imparting strength, and helping the weary struggler to win the victory.
The world is very full of sorrow and trial, and we cannot live among our fellow-men and be true without sharing their loads.

If we are happy we must hold the lamp of our happiness so that its beams will fall upon the shadowed heart.

If we have no burden it is our duty to put our shoulders under the load of others.

Selfishness must die or else our own heart's life must be frozen within us.

We soon learn that we cannot live for ourselves and be Christians; that the blessings that are given to us are really for other people, and that we are only God's ministers, to carry them in Christ's name to those for whom they are intended.
We begin to felicitate ourselves upon some special prosperity, and the next moment some human need knocks at our door, and we must share our good things with a suffering brother.