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When the heart is quiet and the door shut on the world, we can give thanks to God for sleep, for merriment, for our opportunities to worship with others, but let us not neglect to give thanks for this same quiet hour when the heart communes with God and is still. * * * * * * * * * * * Bunyan was the supreme example of the forceful Christian. Simple, direct, he spoke as he thought, and the positiveness of his expressions bespoke a firm an unyielding conviction of a righteous cause. Hear him on the subject of sectarianism. "Since you would know by what name I would be distinguished from others, I tell you I would be, and hope I am, a Christian. And for those factious titles of Anabaptist, Presbyterian, Independent, or the like, I conclude that they came neither from Antioch nor from Jerusalem, but from Hell and Babylon, for they tend to divisions; you may know them by their fruits." * * * * * * * * * * * It is in the family alone that the one thing we call affection or love is divided and spread out like a sunbeam into the rainbow's sevenfold hues, there to display itself in all the rich tints of hidden beauty. So it is in the church alone that the love of God is fully seen, not merely in all its intensity but in all its varied riches. * * * * * * * * * * * My people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings and in quiet resting places. * * * * * * * * * * * Eternal God, make me willing to ignore slights and abuse meted out to me by those who take your name in vain. Fill me with your spirit so that instead of being influenced by them, I may be a witness to your love. * * * * * * * * * * * Heavenly Father, forgive me when I become impatient with what seems to me to be the slow revealing of your will. Make me content to rest in you, knowing that in the fullness of time you will bring all to fruition. * * * * * * * * * * * Father, Thy will be done in me as it is done above, Cheerfully, always from the heart, so may I prove my love. (BSM 1944) * * * * * * * * * * * When love is strong, faults are few. When love rides forth to conquer, all barriers must fall. Love will not be robbed of its final victory. (BSM 1942) |