Yonder to the great Northwest, a young civil engineer went to construct a bridge across a mountain chasm and after weeks and months with his groups of helpers he had almost finished the bridge at the close of a certain day. He said to his men: “Come back men, after supper, and we will finish it in about an hour and I will pay you a day’s wages for the extra hour.” “No,” they said, “we have made other arrangements.” He said, “Come back and I will give you two day’s wages.” They said, “No; but why do you urge it?” He said: “If a great storm should come down tonight on the mountains it would sweep this unfinished bridge away. We have not quite secured the bridge.” But they went their way saying: “It won’t rain in months.” But the clouds were filled with rain that very night and emptied their floods upon the mountains, and the floods came down, resistless in their power, and swept the unfinished bridge utterly away. Oh, men and women, that is a parable and picture of the soul that knows and wishes, and yet presumes and delays and waits.