If I wanted to be in the place most likely for the Lord to meet with me, I would choose the house of prayer, because it is through preaching that the Word is often most blessed. But I would also desire the reading of the Scriptures, because I could pause over each verse and say, "This verse has blessed

so many souls; why not me? At least I am in the pool of Bethesda; I’m walking among its porches, and who knows—maybe the angel will stir the waters of the Word while I lie here, helpless, waiting for the blessing."

The sight of weakness stirs pity in a gentle heart. It’s said that when a certain town was being sacked, one of the fierce soldiers spared a little child because it said, "Please, sir, don’t kill me; I am so little." If a rough soldier felt the power

of this plea, then, little one, you can use this argument with God: "O God, do not destroy me! I am less than the least of all your mercies, so please spare me."