ments of life you find that men are
very anxious for a revival in the things that concern them most.

If this is legitimate--and it is perfectly right in its place--should
not every child of God be praying for and desiring a revival of
godliness in the world at the present time? Do we not need a revival
of downright honesty, of truthfulness, of uprightness, and of
temperance? Are there not many who have become alienated from the
Church of God and from the house of the Lord, who are forming an
attachment to the saloon? Are not our sons being drawn away by
hundreds and thousands, so that while you often find the churches
empty, the liquor shops are crowded every Sabbath afternoon and
evening? I am sure the saloon-keepers are glad if they can have a
revival in their business; they do not object to sell more whisky and
beer. Then surely every true Christian ought to desire that men who
are in danger of perishing eternally should be saved and rescued.

Opportunity

A sculptor once showed a visitor his studio. It was full of statues of
gods. One was very curious. The face was concealed by being covered
with hair, and there were wings on each foot.

"What is his name?" said the visitor.

"Opportunity," was the reply.

"Why is his face hidden?"

"Because men seldom know him when he comes to them."

"Why has he wings on his feet?"

"Because he is soon gone, and once gone can never be overtaken."

It becomes us, then, to make the most of the opportunities God has
given us.

The Usual Way

I used at one time to read so many chapters of the Bible a day, and if
I did not get through my usual quantity, I thought I was getting cold
and backsliding. But, mind you, if a man had asked me two hours
afterward what I had read, I could not tell him; I had forgotten it
nearly all.

When I was a boy I used, among other things, to hoe corn on a farm;
and I used to hoe it so badly, in order to get over so much ground,
that at night I had to put down a stick in the ground, so as to know
next morning where I had left off.

That was somewhat in the same fashion as running through so many
chapters every day. A man will say, "Wife, did I read that chapter?"

"Well," says she, "I don't remember."

And neither of them can recollect. And perhaps he reads the same
chapter over and over again; and they call that "studying the Bible."
I do not think there is a book in the world we neglect so much as the
Bible.

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