A vessel lies at the wharf. Her timbers are sound, her masts are
stanch, her canvas is bent. The tide coaxes her seaward; the
winds plead with her to move. The ship itself strains at her
moorings to be leaping over the ocean. But the vessel must wait,
wait for the skipper’s will. Not best timbers or fullest tide
can carry that ship to the distant port until the master reveals
his mind to the vessel. The earnest expectation of the vessel
waiteth for the revealing of the captain.
So, here is the world; the master-builder has fitted it with
all things needful for its consummation; it is ready for its
wonder purpose; but it must wait; something is needed for the
accomplishment of that end. The earnest expectation of the
creation waiteth for the revealing of the sons of God.--T.
C. MCCLELLAND.
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=Card-playing=--See AMUSEMENTS.