His eye rested on a triumph of art.

Throwing his arms about the young artist, he exclaimed, "My son, I paint no more." There are some who shrink from undertaking the work which the Master gives them to do.

They are not worthy; they have no skill or power for the delicate duty.

But to all their timid shrinking and withdrawing, the Master's gentle yet urgent word is, "Do your best." They have only to kneel in lowly reverence and pray, for the beloved Master's sake, for skill and strength for the task assigned, and they will be inspired and helped to do it well.

The power of Christ will rest upon them and the love of Christ will be in their heart.