"Here in the body pent,
"Strangers from Thee, we roam;
"But nightly pitch our moving tent,
"A day's march nearer Home,"—
the hymn says, and the writer went deeper, and nearer the heart of Truth, than he knew. Verily, if we shut ourselves up in our bodies, we are "strangers from God." How they bind and fetter us! We are not the "Lord's freemen," when we consent to be so enslaved, and yet it is our own fault.
Our bodies are like unruly children, whose parents have always obeyed them, until they expect and attempt to govern everybody. We have consulted them on every point. If we wished to do certain things, we have turned around to our bodies, and asked, "Will it make you sick? Shall you pay me for this with a head-ache?"
