I feel chagrined and
disappointed. Jesus is so loyal to me, so worthy of praise and prayer,
that to feel thus in prayer is mortifying. I have confessed it, but have
not obtained a satisfactory deliverance, nor a solution of the matter.
Can you give me any help? It will be much appreciated if you can teach
me how to feel unction in prayer, and how to pray the fervent prayer of
the righteous. Oh, do help me! My heart longs, yea yearns, for that
nearness to God in prayer that will draw out my soul in mighty petitions
for others, especially for the suffering and the lost.
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We heard of the fruits of Canaan long before we arrived. There were
grapes of Eschol, pomegranates, milk and honey, and the old corn and
wine of the land. Back in the Wilderness we were told of fruits so
wonderful that they made the pilgrims strong and valiant for Immanuel,
and of course we were eager to pluck them for ourselves. But we found
that every one must grow or gather his own fruit, and also that the
finest food is obtained from the most unlikely places, on hard, stony
soil, and in rather inaccessible spots.
For instance, the honey.
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