"To think that you should choose one who for awhile was 'only a servant,'" said Joyce to her husband, some time after their marriage.
"Dearest," he answered, "that word servant always brings pleasant thoughts to my mind. As a soldier, I was ever proud to call myself the servant of Queen and country; but I rejoice more when I think of Him who took upon Himself the form of a servant, and came on earth, not to be ministered unto, but to minister. Faithful service to an earthly master is right honourable, but to be the faithful, humble servant of God is far better than to be a king amongst men. May it be your lot and mine, dear Joyce, thus to serve!"
And with Christmas bells bringing to mind thoughts of the first Christmas morning, Joyce whispered "Amen."
THE END.