After I became interested in religion, in seeking a place
for retirement for my secret devotions, I thought of a large
closet out of the spare chamber. That closet was a place where
my mother kept her blankets, comforters and various kinds
of bed-clothes. It was large and without a window. When the
door was shut it was total darkness; no eye but that of Him
who “seeth in secret” could behold any one who there sought
retirement from the world.
In that closet I erected my altar for secret prayer. It was my
Bethel; and none but God can ever know the Bethel seasons I
there enjoyed in communing with the Savior in that time of my
first love, and until I left my home to prepare for the work of
the gospel ministry. (Text.)--ASA BULLARD, “Incidents
in a Busy Life.”
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See SERVICE, UNSEEN.