Sunday Firesides: Despise Not the Thing That Would Save You

In the heat of the afternoon, a stag stopped at a pool in the woods to drink. Seeing his reflection in its still waters, he took a moment to survey himself from head to foot. He admiringly appraised the shape and size of his noble, wide-spreading antlers. Yet he looked with disapproval upon his legs, which to him seemed shamefully spindly and weak — an …