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church in Jerusalem to be the rock on which the feet of 

 the Lord first rested when he awoke from the slumber 

 of atonement, I would nevertheless revere it as the holi- 

 est place on earth, because more knees have pressed it in 

 penitential prayer than any other spot in all the world. 

 It seems to me that much good paper and ink have been 

 wasted of late in discussing this subject of prayer, and 

 answering a queer proposition of some one who, wise in 

 certain ways, is ignorant from lack of experience in this 

 matter. I have great pity for the man whose life lacks 

 this experience of prayer and its answers. For such a 

 man, knowing nothing of the power of faith, is like a 

 blind man who knows nothing of color. I would not at- 

 tempt to explain it to him, for I could not. He can not 

 understand the terms I use, nor can I explain them to 

 him. He will never be wiser for any explanation of mine, 

 nor until he meets the Master in the way, and is directed 

 to some Siloam, where he may wash his eyes and see. 

 Then he will know all about it. Meantime he laughs at 

 me ; and I let him laugh, for it does me no harm. Strange 

 that wagon does not come." 



"This prospect of going home on foot is not just the 

 thing after our experience on the mountain." 



" No, not the thing at all, especially with a strained 

 ankle." 



" What, yours ?" 



" A little so, I fancy. But let's be moving." 



So we walked along, I limping a little. 



" Certainly this is not what we bargained for. Where 

 can that boy be ? I'm in a hurry to be at home. When 

 home is bright and pleasant, it's never the thing to be 

 going there slowly. We are always in a hurry when our 

 faces are once set homeward. You and I have been 



