SUDDENLY came a sense of usual routine of habit gone; several weeks, several Sabbaths to regulate in use for one's self.
I find in the push and rush of the weeks gone by, much was put one side for lack of time. Now in the silence of my Sabbath mornings, half-expressed thoughts come and array themselves before me to be assorted,— true and untrue.
It reminds me of house-cleaning; and as I see unfold many, many, things I guessed not were ever involved in my history, I thank God for this respite, and trust when next I stand happy to look into the faces of kindred lives, I shall be purer and better able to drink in from the spoken word, our one and common Pastor, the Word of Life.
