A Quiet Place.
A Quiet Hour.
For most of us it may be harder to find a quiet hour. I do not mean an 'hour' of exactly sixty minutes, but a portion of time withdrawn from the encroachments of business or pleasure, and dedicated to God.... We who live with the clang of machinery and the roar of traffic always in our ears, whose crowding obligations jostle against each other as the hours fly on, are often tempted to withdraw to other uses those moments which we ought to hold sacred for communion with heaven. Dr. Dale says somewhere that if each day had forty-eight hours, and every week had fourteen days, we might conceivably get through our work, but that, as things are, it is impossible. There is at least an edge of truth in this whimsical utterance. Thus, if we are to have a quiet hour set down in the midst of a hurry of duties, and kept sacred, we must exercise forethought and self-denial. We must be prepared to forgo many things that are pleasant, and some things that are profitable. We shall have to redeem time, it may be from recreation, or from social intercourse, or from study, or from works of benevolence, if we are to find leisure daily to enter into our closet, and having shut the door, to pray to our Father who is in secret...