Nearly thirty years ago, I remember walking in the garden of my boyhood's home, with a young man who had yielded himself to Christ in some Special Services which my father had been conducting. Suddenly he stopped, and plucking one of the leaves from a nasturtium plant, he laid it on my hand, and said to me "Isn't that beautiful? I never knew how beautiful every leaf was until I gave myself to Christ." That statement made a deep and abiding impression on my heart. I could not quite understand it then, but I never forgot it; and as the years have passed, I have learned what he meant. His new relations to Christ had set him in new relation to everything, and as he looked at one of the commonest of the garden treasures, he saw in it the power and the beauty of his Lord and Master. Old things had passed away, and all things had become new. It was a testimony to the breadth and beauty of that Kingdom into which he had but recently passed.