Reopening the Fountain of Life

Rev. F. B. Meyer once related how, in olden days, amid the Roman Forum, there was a little brooklet, called the “Girl’s Fountain,” which sang merrily as it broke into the light and passed on its way toward the yellow Tiber. For centuries, however, it was lost sight of; not that it had ceased to exist, but that it had become covered and almost choked by tons of rubbish, accumulated thickly on the spot, as the proud city was subjected to repeated and ruthless violence at the hands of many spoilers. But when the debris was removed, that fountain, so long choked and hindered, freed from all restraints, again took up its song and recommenced its useful ministry. Is not that a type of the work of the Mighty One within us? He has not left us; but his gracious power, which would have been put forth in us and for us, has been rendered almost inoperative and dead. What shall now hinder us from ridding ourselves of all which has hindered Him from doing His mighty works, so that He may do that which He so loves and which we so much need?