What is the make up of the soul?

True charity teaches us to help ourselves, and it goes deeper than material limitations. 

The wise are the protectors of the poor, the ignorant. 

The wise man must have the loving patience of the true mother to really be worth an immortal soul and a continuous life. 

Emotions and motives lie deep in the secret places of each soul and are the fibres of which character is made. 

When any soul has enough of the vital emotions of worthy and unselfish motives in him to be twisted into a thread of strength, he is then sure of protracted evolution. 

This thread or cable is what anchors him or rescues him from shipwreck, as he journeys from life to life across the sea of death and rebirth.

Love and active sympathy with one's human fellow seems to be the strongest fibre known. It passes all sorts of tests with absolutely indestructible quality—this then is vitally important to our individual progress. No true thing is lost, but individuality is something we achieve and keep only because we have at the bottom true love and sympathy for our neighbours.

To love one's neighbour, as oneself is simply the Law of Self-preservation—if we do not do that our game ends right there.

Them that has gets. Yes—and those who do not have the love are promptly relieved of whatever qualities they have that are worthwhile. 

These can be taken and appropriated by any who have the vital spark, which only insures continuous individual existence. 

It is as if a chair should lack a seat thus becoming absolutely worthless, for the purpose for which it was created. The chair may have an excellent back and several perfect legs, but these avail nothing when a chair is seatless though they may be used to beautify or strengthen some other chair, and always do this service, as nothing good can be lost. 

The vital part of an individual is his heart—his love. Take that away and his game is up. 

His hair and teeth and bones can be useful elsewhere, but they serve another individual. The I, the particular ego that heart made, is non-existent. He could not qualify. 

So it behooves us to regard carefully our main asset. Add to it continuously to prevent a final dissolution. 

No one can afford to take chances or rest on his oars. Neither you, nor I know what tests of character lie ahead. 

We are in the stream of evolution. 

Those weaklings who fail to meet its tests perish. 

The tests are varied and constant and unperceived until passed. 

We must prepare constantly for the day of reckoning. None of us are ever quite ready for the test and we escape by a hair's breadth only. We cannot dodge. 

The progress of the stream is slow, but steady, and we must work continuously to survive.

Look into your own heart and note your wares. Try out each thing you see there.

See if it has real value—is made of eternal stuff. Get a line on true values—what in life is of vital importance. The test is always—

Can you take the thing with you out of life?

A hasty glance seems to show that you can take nothing. Look again. 

One takes patience, charity, unselfishness, another's gratitude, which is blessing, too. 

One may take the result of kindness and help, which expanded and lifted another human pilgrim. 

Sunshine, courage, simple faith, sweetness. The things you may carry away are manifold.

The man who lays aside a business problem to care for the distress or perplexity of a little child has chosen the real and laid by the unimportant thing. 

Any help to a soul in trouble is a vital service, which registers here and helps determine what class you enter.

While time does not exist here, opportunity and work do, and progression is continuous—

Do what you may while you have the chance. 

People whose needs we can supply move on out of our circle—our chance to help and grow go with them. 

No day passes without an opportunity. 

Why not try to live a day at a time? You can only chew what you have in our mouth. What remains on your plate does not concern you. 

If we would all do this—concentrate on the day's work, keeping eyes wide open to see a brother's need!

Today is really all we have for service, for growth, yet we sit idle with busy hands and empty hearts. We sit and play with toys while our brother is drowning within our arms' reach. 

With vacant eyes fixed on some selfish golden future, you sit—you sit inactive, letting your chance of immortality slip past you. Wake up. Rouse yourself. Be worth immortality. Earn it.

Which of us is entitled to cast the first stone? Which of us, but has wounded some heart, trodden on some upturned face, seeking only the light. 

Ignorance is no excuse. The law holds all to account. 

When we can show love, pity and sympathy, for each human soul we meet, then, only then, do we have the right to cast the first stone.

Live the good your head knows—try to qualify for immortality. Speak less and do more.