Yes—dear children, although it may seem strange to you, even the pavements on which you walk are charged with spirit power, and if you could see with the eyes of the spirit, you could read the life's history—nay—I speak not only of the little life of the earth, but the life's history of those who had worked upon it—the effort, the lack of effort, the striving, the weariness, the giving up, the despair, and, worse than that, the indifference—the ignoring of God of His laws—the ignorance of their duty to others.
Yes—dear children, in a small space of the road or the pavement, there is a volume of fact, an unending mass of information, not only of the man who worked thereon, but of his life before he entered the physical body, and of those lives, which have come into touch with his own.