Missionary Visitor, The (1912) . our (Acts 3:1). Cornelius, adevout man, and one given to prayer, Saw in a vision openly, as it wereabout the ninth hour of the day, an angelof God (Acts 10: 3). Peter wentupon the housetop to pray, about thesixth hour (Acts 10: 9). The apostles and early church hadmore than one period in the day for pri-vate devotion and their lives were fullof the Christ Spirit. What a joy it ought to be for everyfollower of Christ to set apart at leastone season in each day for devoted,prayerful communion with God in mem-orizing His Word! I find it a greatblessing on retiring
Missionary Visitor, The (1912) . our (Acts 3:1). Cornelius, adevout man, and one given to prayer, Saw in a vision openly, as it wereabout the ninth hour of the day, an angelof God (Acts 10: 3). Peter wentupon the housetop to pray, about thesixth hour (Acts 10: 9). The apostles and early church hadmore than one period in the day for pri-vate devotion and their lives were fullof the Christ Spirit. What a joy it ought to be for everyfollower of Christ to set apart at leastone season in each day for devoted,prayerful communion with God in mem-orizing His Word! I find it a greatblessing on retiring to rehearse some of 134 The Missionary Visitor April1912 the Scripture learned during the last fewdays. It proves an easy way to drop thecares of the day and to be wafted intothe land of Morpheus. If wakeful hourscome in the night they are made to yield joy and sweetness from the Word inmemorys storehouse. Young man, young woman, join theMemory League and reap a thousand-fold from the time spent in this work! AUNT ZANIES PRAYER. OME in, said MissPeck, the missionary,in response to a knockat her door one morn-ing. The door openedand revealed a neatlittle brown-facedwoman, in clean cali-co gown and longgingham apron, herhead wrapped in a plaid cotton bandan-na. The face wore a troubled expres-sion so unusual that the missionary ex-claimed : Why, Aunt Zanie, whats thematter? Come in. No, honey, I hasnt time to come in;just stopped a minute to ask you to prayto de Lord dat He show me how to domo fo Africa. The missionary grasped the Zanie was poor. On her arm hungthe implements by which she earned aliving for herself and a little grandchild—a wooden pail in which she carriedscrubbing brush and cloths. She wasnoted for honesty, thrift, piety and gen-erosity. Never was a good cause pre-sented and a collection taken but whatAunt Zanie, with quick step and beam-ing face, was ready with her who knew her wonderedhow she could give so much. Oh, Aunt Za
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