I was beginning to feel a little guilty. Why couldn't I remember—or find it easier to testify to—the marvelous blessings God had given me that week? During the testimony period of the Wednesday church service, I often seemed to be depending on others to testify to God's tender, loving care—to the healing power of His law.
When no one spoke and the silences lengthened, I slipped into self-justification. We need the quiet time to pray, I thought. Silence is golden. Even if no one speaks, the spiritual message still goes beyond these walls.
But I felt uneasy. I knew I needed to be better prepared. Also, at this time, I began to experience lack in various ways, and I kept thinking of Christ Jesus' statement "Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again." Luke 6:38.
