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A writer tells of going with a party down into a coal mine. On the side of the gangway grew a plant which was perfectly white. The visitors were astonished, that there, where the coal dust was continually flying, this little plant should be so pure and white. A miner, who was with them, took a handful of coal black dust and threw it upon the plant, but not a particle adhered. Every atom of the dust rolled off. The visitors themselves repeated the experiment, but the coal dust would not cling. There was a wonderful enamel on the folds of the white plant to which no finest speck could adhere. Living there amid clouds of black dust, nothing could stain its snowy whiteness.
This is a picture of what every young Christinan life should be. This is an evil world. We go among the ungodly continually in our daily walk and work. Unholy influences breathe about us; but it is our mission to be pure amid all this vileness, undefiled, unspotted from the world. If God can make a little plant so that no dust can stain its whiteness, can he not by his grace so transform your heart and life that no sin can cling to you? If God can keep a little flower stainless, white as snow, amid clouds of black dust, can he not keep hearts in like purity in this world of sin?