In the beginning of the year when I was in Australia, I heard of a man who tried to push a wheelbarrow from Darwin to Melbourne, via Adelaide, a distance of about 2,500 miles. In those days the road across the continent was chiefly a bush track, winding through some very lonely stretches of bush and desert. A military highway such as that which now links Darwin and Alice Springs, had not been contemplated. About 600 miles south from Darwin a truck driver offered the traveler a ride to Alice Springs, but he preferred to push his wheelbarrow. Weeks later, a little south of the mining township of Tennant Creek, the remains of the barrow man were discovered. The wheelbarrow was still in good shape but it's owner had perished not long after refusing the offered lift.

How foolish to do such a thing, we think. We would never be guilty of such rashness. Yet how many of us persist in trying to push along our loads if trouble, and decline or ignore the offer that Gods as made to take care of us and our burdens! The weight of worry on mind and heart, and the loads of guilt on the conscience never become lighter.