ort to serve and glorify Me; it was the very _feebleness_
of it I loved!"

Did it never strike you, notwithstanding the _dignity_ of Christ, and
the _activity_ of Christ, how little success comparatively He met with
in His public work? We read of no _numerous_ conversions; no Pentecostal
revivals in the course of His ministry. May not this well encourage in
the absence of great outward results? He sets up no higher standard than
this--"She hath done what she could." An artist may be _great_ in
painting a peasant as well as a king--_it is the way he does it_. Yes,
and if laid aside from the _activities_ of the Christian life, we can
equally glorify God by _passive endurance_. "Who am I," said Luther,
when he witnessed the patience of a great sufferer; "who am I? a wordy
preacher in comparison with this great doer."

Reader! forget not the motive of our motto verse, "_The night cometh!_"
Soon our tale shall be told; our little day is flitting fast, the
shadows of night are falling. "Our span length of time," as Rutherford
says, "will come to an inch." What if the eleventh hour should strike
after having been "all the day _idle_"? A long lifetime of opportunities
suffered to pass unemployed and unimproved, and absolutely _nothing_
done for God! A judgment-day come--our golden moments squandered--our
talents untraded on--our work undone--met at the bar of Heaven with the
withering repulse, "Inasmuch as ye did it _not_." "The time we have
lost," says Richard Baxter, "can not be recalled; should we not then
redeem and improve the little that remains? If a traveler sleep or
trifle most of the day, he must travel so much the faster in the
evening, or fall short of his journey's end."

"ARM YOURSELVES LIKEWISE WITH THE SAME MIND."

Twenty-eighth Day.

COMMITTING OUR WAY TO GOD.

"But committed himself to Him that judgeth righteously."--
1 Peter, ii. 23.

With what perfect and entire confidingness did Jesus commit Himself to
his Heavenly Father's guidance! He loved to call Him, "My Father!" There
was music in that name, which enabled Him to face the most trying hour,
and to drink the most bitter cup. The scoffing taunt arose at the scene
of crucifixion: "He trusted in God that He would deliver Him, let Him
deliver Him!" It failed to shake, for one moment, His unswerving
confidence, even when the sensible tokens of the Divine presence were
withdrawn; the realized consciousness of God's abiding love sus