Is the associate and co-equal with Love, divided for the expression in human life, but one in the Soul, even as in the Infinite.

Love is not simply self-abnegation for another - sacrifice for others or Self-forgetfulness; it is all these and more. It is perfect, absolute service, the outpouring of the life in continual and unceasing devotion, service. No announcement need be made of its presence, no proclamation of its works; they declare themselves; nor can those know, who are not in accord with its Divine purpose, what that purpose is.

From its least to its greatest manifestation there is no flaw, no selfish seeking, no demand for recognition. Love for the human race, for the down-trodden and oppressed, for the mistaken and unfortunate, for those who are victims of pride and arrogance, there it goes into the palace or the hovel to the throne or the dungeon cell - wherever the need is, there it is found.

Supreme upon the mountain heights of Truth - Lowliest in the Vale of Humility.

Glimpses of its Divine estate are in the choicest and rarest human affections: husband and wife, parent and child, brother and sister, friend and friend. But O when the supreme Light of it - the Angel clothed with mortal garb - is upon the Earth, how wonderful are its workings! It shines from the lowly home. It is in the dens of wickedness, to win, to conquer. It illuminates the dungeon cell; it shows the way across the Barren Desert of Pride and Pleasure to the Gardens of God.

It is in the ranks of the persecuted; it shines in the eyes of the martyr; it follows Gethsemane unto Calvary!

"Father forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Perfect love is the ultimate of what the Earth life can give: To show the perfect way. None can "by searching" find the embodied Angel. No curious eyes, no mind intent on "discovery." There, here, by your very side the Angel Guest may be smiling; or there, there, doing the work that must be done, that others are unwilling to do. Years, mayhap ages, after the footsteps have trodden the Earth path, the slowly awakening people say: "This was the work of an 'Angel of Love.'" Slowly, slowly they live and work and lead the way; the flowers blossom where they have trod and the path is a way of light.

Somewhat of this radiance glows in human hearts. Somewhat of this wonderful power is perceived, but those who hate, know not, and would persecute and put to death the Messenger of Love.

The Angels alone (the perfected Souls) can know the true meaning of Love and Wisdom Divine; and such times as the children of earth are ready, exemplify that Love and Wisdom in human embodiments for a Divine purpose, for such wonderful fulfilment as only Angels can perform.

The highest Angels and Archangels, - next to the Messiahs, - forever bear the sacred message when they announce the Advent of the Messianic Life. Only Angels of Perfect Love and Wisdom can "prepare the way" for the advent of the Messiah. Love is the Illuminator of the Soul - and of the path that leads from Earth to Heaven.