knows that our asking isn’t enough for the situation. He doesn’t give according to what we ask. So often we don’t ask big enough. Too many of us have a very small conception of God. What a tremendous reser voir of power and grace we have in Christ! To enter into this blessed relationship in our prayer life, let us come to our God who wants to fill us with His fulness. He is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think! FIRST THINGS FIRST In a day when small statistics Urge the church to higher goals, Shall we, in quest of numbers. Counting heads, neglect men’s souls? Without multiplied committees Minus consecrated hearts, And every means and method This modern age imparts. Shall we offer entertainment To dry a nation’s tears When crime and wars and weari ness Becloud the air with fears? What can a social program Which crowds each night and day Accomplish, if our churches Are too occupied to pray? Does not our Babel-business . . . The Spirit’s name profane? Can we employ the tools of time And reap eternal gains? Let us pause, discern the needs of men . . . Heart-hunger, Spirit’s thirst . . . And, by the grace of God, declare We shall place first things first!
It is far better to get ahead than to get even. There is no indigestion worse than that of having to eat your own words. If you are on the rocks, don’t despair, be a lighthouse. If it goes in one ear and out the mouth, it’s gossip. NO OCCUPATION She rises up at break of day, And through her tasks she races. She cooks the meal as best she may And scrubs the children's faces. While school books, lunches, rib bons, too, All need consideration, And yet the census man insists She has “no occupation." When breakfast dishes all are done, She bakes some cookies, maybe; She cleans the rooms up one by one, With one eye watching baby. The mending pile she then attacks By way of variation, And yet the census man insists She has “no occupation." She irons for a little while, Then presses pants for daddy; She welcomes with a cheery smile Returning lass and laddie. A hearty dinner next she cooks . . . No time for relaxation; And yet the census man insists She has "no occupation.” For lessons that the children learn The evening scarce is ample. To "mother, dear!” they always turn For help with each example. In grammar and geography She finds her relaxation; And yet the census man insists She as "no occupation.”
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