When Jesus Left His Father's Throne

James Montgomery, 1816

I never have understood the desire to leave childhood behind, in the way that a traveler leaves a dusty wayside inn, his mind wholly on some misty destination which somehow he never does reach. We’ll fondly say of a grown dog that there’s still a lot of puppy in her, and one of the sweetest sights, to my mind, is that of an old man talking to his grand…