The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young.
Phillips BrooksRead
Character - Some day, you will be wrestling with the great temptation, or trembling under the great sorrow of your life. But the real struggle is here, now, in these quiet weeks. Now it is being decided whether, in the day of your supreme sorrow or temptation, you shall miserably fail or gloriously conquer. Character cannot be made except by a steady, long-continued process.
Interpretation
Character is shaped by our ongoing struggles, not just by our responses to major crises.
This quote emphasizes that true character is forged through the daily challenges and quiet struggles we face rather than only in moments of great temptation or sorrow. It suggests that the foundational experiences and choices made during ordinary times prepare us for the significant trials of life, determining whether we will triumph or falter when confronted with them.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience, one might say, 'Remember, as Phillips Brooks stated, the real struggle is here, now, in these quiet weeks.'
The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young.
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