The laziest man in the village was actually running. His hat was off, and his coat was flying in the wind. On and on he sped, till, crash, he collided with the portly vicar, and picked himself out of the roadway. "Why, what on earth has made you run— and so fast, Sam?" asked the vicar. "Can't wait," gasped Sam, "I heard of some work." The vicar caught him by the arm, "And did you get the job?" he asked. "I don't know," replied the man, struggling. "I only just heard of it. I'm going to find out." "Well, good success to you, Sam," said the vicar, releasing his grasp. "What kind of work is it?" "Some washing for me wife." Many people are like Sam; they say, "Here am I, Lord; send somebody else."—Gospel Herald.
A woman in Philadelphia used to employ occasionally an old Negress known as Aunt Cecelia. For some time she lost sight of her. Meeting the washerwoman one morning, she said: "Good morning, Aunt Cecelia. Why aren't you washing nowadays?" "It's dis way, Miss Anne. I'se been out o' work so long, dat now, when I could work, I finds I'se done lost my taste for it." This is evidently the attitude of many nominal members of the church. They have become so accustomed to doing nothing for Christ, be. yond occupying their pew once a week, that they have no inclination to Christian activity, even when the opportunities are right before them.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.
God never goes to the lazy or the idle when He needs men for His service. When God wants a worker He calls a worker. When He has work to be done, He goes to those already at work. When God wants a good servant, He calls a busy man. Scripture and history attest this truth.
Moses was busy with his flocks at Horeb.
Gideon was busy threshing wheat by the wine press.
Saul was busy searching for his father's lost beasts.
Elisha was busy plowing with twelve yoke of oxen.
David was busy caring for his father's sheep.
Nehemiah was busy bearing the king's wine-cup.
Amos was busy following the flock.
Peter and Andrew were busy casting a net into the sea.
James and John were busy mending their nets.
Matthew was busy collecting customs.
William Carey was busy mending and making shoes.—Watchman-Examiner.
Sam and Joe were two colored laborers. They were sent to the basement of the factory to work. The superintendent, on his regular morning round of inspection, failed to find the men. After searching a while he discovered Sam fast asleep. Looking for Joe the superintendent found him loafing about in the back part of the basement. "What have you been doing, Joe?" "Why, mister," said Joe, "I'se been a-helpin' Sam." There are too many of us helping Sam. It is now 1,900 years since Christ died, and half of the race does not know anything about it as yet. Important, worthwhile news of the world is flashed around the globe within twenty-four hours, but, selah! The greatest news ever to reach the ear of mortal man is yet unknown to half the race.—Gospel Herald.
The Lord Christ wanted a tongue one day,
To speak a word of cheer
To a soul that was weary and worn and sad,
And freighted with doubt and fear.
He asked me for mine, but 'twas busy quite
With my own affairs from morn till night.
The Lord Christ wanted two hands one day,
To do a loving deed.
He wanted two feet on an errand for Him
To run with welcome speed.
But I had need of my own that day.
To His gentle pleading, I said Him nay.
So all that day I used my tongue,
My hands and feet I chose.
I said some bitter angry words
That hurt one heart God knows.
My hands I used in useless play
And my willing feet went a crooked way.
And the dear Lord's work, was it left undone,
For the lack of a willing heart?
It is through men that He speaks to men
And each must do his part-
I hope He used another that day
But I wish I'd let Him have His way.— The Pilot.
It is recorded of D. L. Moody that, upon one of his journeys across the Atlantic there was a fire in the hold of the ship. The crew and some volunteers stood in line to pass buckets of water. A friend said to Moody, "Mr. Moody, let us go to the other end of the ship, and engage in prayer." The common-sense evangelist replied, "Not so, sir; we stand right here and pass buckets and pray hard all the time." How like Moody this was! He believed that prayer and work were the two hands of the one person: that they should never be separated.—Christian Herald (London).
"Fronting my task, these things I ask:
To be true this whole day through;
To be content with honest work,
Fearing only lest I shirk;
To see and know and do what's right;
To come, unsullied, home at night."—Selected.
"If faith produce no works, I see
That faith is not a living tree.
Thus faith and works together grow;
No separate life they e'er can know;
They're soul and body, hand and heart;
What God hath joined, let no man part."—Hannah More.