Some men exercise their religion for a little while in the morning, or in the evening; walk it out for a few moments and let it take the air, or give it a turn on Sundays; but this is all. What an emaciated, dyspeptic, valetudinarian sort of religion is this! This great gospel is not a cramped, feeble, narrow thing of times and seasons, but wherever God can be worshipped or humanity be served, or the spirit of love manifested, there is the work of true religion. And what glorious opportunities there are for thus serving our God in the every-day intercourse of the world! What opportunities for communing with Him in his infinite mercy, and feeling the hem of his garment in His daily providence! What an opportunity for seeing Him in the great Temple of Nature where all is loveliness and sublimity, and his glorious works above and around look down upon you, bearing the impress of the Father’s face. These are but the chances of a single day; but how numerous and how pregnant would they become if we would but set our hearts upon their discovery.
