If you were told you must construct a perfect model out of some great truth, would you not try to draw a picture of Christ's character, as best you understood it? Or perhaps you would give a graphic description, with tearful eyes and saddened heart, of his agony on the cross—which being physical and inflicted by man, is too often seen as with a material eye.
But the perfect model—does it not live in our immortal sense? And when we are trying to demonstrate it, will it not come forth in the truest light as Life, Truth and Love?
This perfect model impresses us with the strongest desire to keep chiseling away at mortal conscience, until we drive out every crude thought, act or deed, opposed to it.
