Did you ever find yourself in the position that you thought it was your duty to love one because he was your Father's child, and with whom you were thrown constantly, and yet who seemed to treat you very unjustly, and, try as hard as you might, you could not force yourself to love this individual? I doubt not but you have analyzed the whole thing out many and many a time, and thought that if he were not so selfish you might get along better with him, but it does seem an awful hard thing to have to love one who is selfish, unkind, and unjust.
I had been fighting with these thoughts for months and months, and seemed to make no progress whatsoever, until one day as I was very despondently thinking over the matter a still small voice said to me, "Why don't you draw on the Bank of Love; you have a deposit there, and why not use it?"
The idea was a new one and I sat seriously thinking over the matter for a while and replied, "I will, I know I have this love, and I am going to use it," and the suggestion brought me peace, but for a while I was puzzled how I was to go to work, until the problem seemed to be made clear.
