the man who climbed the hill to pray, and soon he is parted from his
young friend; but see! his mantle falls. Which of us will pick it up and
wear it? Elijah's garment will fit any of us, and will always be new if
we pray. It grows threadbare and shabby when worn by those who prefer
the table to the altar, and love the pleasures of the world better than
the companionship of angels.
My brothers, shall we not become mighty in prayer? This is a talent all
have received, put it out to interest at once. Lose no time in its use.
Satan will gladly lend you a napkin, but then he will have your soul as
the pledge. To cease to pray is to drift towards hell. Is there not a
needs be for crying mightily to God? Can we look around our
congregations and not feel that it is high time we went up the hill to
cry to God for the rain that means revival? Let us each ask the
question, Am I most like the man who lived to gratify his desires, or the
man who lived to pray for others?