At the time when help, deliverance, or favour comes to us, our hearts are very warm with grateful feeling. “We will never forget this kindness,” we say. But do we never forget it? We remember injuries done to us. We all know how hard it is to forget a wrong that another has inflicted upon us. Sometimes we say, with martyr-like air, “I forgive him, but I can never forget the injury.” Slights and cutting words and unkindnesses and neglects — how well we remember these. But have we as good memories for favours, kindnesses, blessings? Ought we not to have? Shall we not train ourselves rather to forget the hurts we receive as the lake forgets the ploughing of the keel through its waters, and to remember with faithful gratitude every smallest kindness done to us?