Here's a powerful old poem with a lot of truths in it. The Church and the World The Church and the World walked far apart on the changing shore of time; The World was singing a giddy song, the Church a hymn sublime. “Come, give me your hand,” cried the merry World. “And walk with me this way.” But the good Church hid her snowy hand, and solemnly answered, “Nay. I will not give you my hand at all, and I will not walk with you, for your way is the way of eternal death, and your words are all untrue.” “Nay, walk with me but a little space,” said the World with a kindly air. “The road I walk is a pleasant road, and the sun shines always there. Your way is narrow and thorny and rough, while mine is flowery and smooth. Your lot is sad with reproach and toil, but in circles of joy I move. The way, you can see, is a broad, fair one; my gate is high and wide; There is room enough for you and me to travel side by side.” Half shyly the Church approached the World, and gave him her hand of s...