Our Lord Jesus lived for thirty years amid the happenings of the little town of Nazareth. Little villages spell out their stories in small events. And He, the young Prince of Glory, was in the carpenter’s shop! He moved amid humdrum tasks, petty cares, village gossip, trifling trade, and He was faithful in that which was least.

If these smaller things in life afford such riches of opportunity for the finest loyalty, all of our lives are wonderfully wealthy in possibility and promise. Even though our house is furnished with commonplaces it can be the home of the Lord all the days of our life. J. H. Jowett

When I am tempted to repine That such a lowly lot is mine, There comes to me a voice which saith, “Mine were the streets of Nazareth.” So mean, so common and confined, And He the Monarch of mankind! Yet patiently He travelleth Those narrow streets of Nazareth.

It may be I shall never rise To place or fame beneath the skies— But walk in straitened ways till death, Narrow as streets of Nazareth. But if through honor’s arch I tread And there forget to bend my head, Ah! let me hear the voice which saith, “Mine were the streets of Nazareth.” Nettie Rooker

There’s sometimes a good hearty tree growin’ out o’ the bare rock, out o’ some crack that just holds the roots, right on one o’ them hills where you can’t seem to see a wheelbarrowful o’ good earth, but that tree’ll keep a green top in the driest summer. You lay your ear down to the ground, and you’ll hear a little stream runnin’. Every such tree has got its own livin’ spring; there’s folks made to match ’em. Sarah Orne Jewett

From the desire of being great, good Lord deliver us! A Moravian Prayer