| Finding the Way |
Chapter 7 |
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Some friends wanted to know how the holy Bengel prayed, and watched him at his devotions one night. He opened his New Testament and read slowly and silently, often pausing in meditation, or as if listening to the voice of gentle stillness. There was a glow in his features, and frequently he would look up as if he saw a face his watcher could not see. Thus an hour passed. He had not once been on his knees, nor had he been heard to utter a word. Then as the clock struck the hour for his retiring he closed the book, saying only, “Dear Lord Jesus, we are on the same old terms.” And went to his bed. That was truest prayer. That is what it is to pray without ceasing – to be always near enough to God to talk with Him, always to be drinking in His love even in our busiest hours.
But while Jesus prayed thus without ceasing, there were many occasions of special prayer in His life. Again and again He went apart from men to be alone with God. He spent whole nights in communion beneath the silent stars.
“Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer.”
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