Sometimes, to go and be alone with God and Christ in the fellowship of the Spirit, just for the joy and blessedness of it; to open, with reverent yet eager hands, the door into the presence chamber of the great King; and then to fall down before Him, it may be, in silent adoration; our very attitude and act of homage, our merely being there, through the motive that prompts it, the testimony of our soul’s love.
To have our set hours of close communion, with which no other friend shall interfere, and on which we look back with satisfaction and peace—this indeed is prayer, for its own sake, for God’s sake, for our friends’ sake, for the church’s sake, for our work’s sake; prayer which we do not hurry through to still the conscience, but which (other things permitting) we can even linger over to satisfy the heart.
If we Christians, who talk so much about the privilege and blessedness of prayer, would try to avail ourselves of it as we may, how should we reflect on the world around us the glory, as it streams on us from the face of the incarnate Mediator?
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