We beseech Thee to forgive our transgressions,Heal our backsliding,and love us freely."Sometimes from there on it changed a little,but it always began and ended exactly the same way.Father said Brother Hastings was powerful in prayer,but he did wish he'd leave out the "worms of the dust."He said we were not "worms of the dust";we were reasoning,progressive,inventive men and women.He said a worm would never be anything except a worm,but we could study and improve ourselves,help others,make great machines,paint pictures,write books,and go to an extent that must almost amaze the Almighty Himself.He said that if Brother Hastings had done more plowing in his time,and had a little closer acquaintance with worms,he wouldn't be so ready to call himself and every one else a worm.Now if you are talking about cutworms or fish worms,father is right.But there is that place where--"Charles his heel had raised,upon the humble worm to tread,"and the worm lifted up its voice and spake thus to Charles:
"I know I'm now among the things Uncomely to your sight,But,by and by,on splendid wings,You'll see me high and bright."Now I'll bet a cent THAT is the kind of worm Brother Hastings said we were.I must speak to father about it.I don't want him to be mistaken;and I really think he is about worms.Of course he knows the kind that have wings and fly.Brother Hastings mixed him up by saying "worms of the dust"when he should have said worms of the leaves.Those that go into little round cases in earth or spin cocoons on trees always live on leaves,and many of them rear the head,having large horns,and wave it in a manner far from humble.So father and Brother Hastings were both partly right,and partly wrong.
When the prayer came to a close,where every one always said "Amen,"I punched Bobby and whispered,"Crow,Bobby,crow!"and he stood up and brought it out strong,like he always did when I told him.I had to stop the service to feed him a little wheat,to pay him for crowing;but as no one was there except us,that didn't matter.Then Hezekiah crowded over for some,so I had to pretend I was Mrs.Daniels feeding her children caraway cake,like she always did in meeting.If I had been the mother of children who couldn't have gone without things to eat in church I'd have kept them at home.Mrs.Daniels always had the carpet greasy with cake crumbs wherever she sat,and mother didn't think the Lord liked a dirty church any more than we would have wanted a mussy house.When I had Bobby and Hezekiah settled I took my text from my head,because I didn't know the meeting feeling was coming on me when I started,and I had brought no Bible along.
"Blessed are all men,but most blessed are they who hold their tempers."I had to stroke Bobby a little and pat Hezekiah once in a while,to keep them from flying down and fighting,but mostly I could give my attention to my sermon.
"We have only to look around us this morning to see that all men are blessed,"I said."The sky is big enough to cover every one.
If the sun gets too hot,there are trees for shade or the clouds come up for a while.If the earth becomes too dry,it always rains before it is everlastingly too late.There are birds enough to sing for every one,butterflies enough to go around,and so many flowers we can't always keep the cattle and horses from tramping down and even devouring beautiful ones,like Daniel thought the lions would devour him--but they didn't.Wouldn't it be a good idea,O Lord,for You to shut the cows'mouths and save the cowslips also;they may not be worth as much as a man,but they are lots better looking,and they make fine greens.It doesn't seem right for cows to eat flowers;but maybe it is as right for them as it is for us.The best way would be for our cattle to do like that piece about the cow in the meadow exactly the same as ours:
"`And through it ran a little brook,Where oft the cows would drink,And then lie down among the flowers,That grew upon the brink.'
"You notice,O Lord,the cows did not eat the flowers in this instance;they merely rested among them,and goodness knows,that's enough for any cow.They had better done like the next verse,where it says:
"`They like to lie beneath the trees,All shaded by the boughs,Whene'er the noontide heat came on:
Sure,they were happy cows!'
"Now,O Lord,this plainly teaches that if cows are happy,men should be much more so,for like the cows,they have all Thou canst do for them,and all they can do for themselves,besides.
So every man is blessed,because Thy bounty has provided all these things for him,without money and without price.If some men are not so blessed as others,it is their own fault,and not Yours.You made the earth,and all that is therein,and You made the men.Of course You had to make men different,so each woman can tell which one belongs to her;but I believe it would have been a good idea while You were at it,if You would have made all of them enough alike that they would all work.Perhaps it isn't polite of me to ask more of You than You saw fit to do;and then,again,it may be that there are some things impossible,even to You.If there is anything at all,seems as if making Isaac Thomas work would be it.Father says that man would rather starve and see his wife and children hungry than to take off his coat,roll up his sleeves,and plow corn;so it was good enough for him when Leon said,`Go to the ant,thou sluggard,'right at him.So,of course,Isaac is not so blessed as some men,because he won't work,and thus he never knows whether he's going to have a big dinner on Sunday,until after some one asks him,because he looks so empty.Mother thinks it isn't fair to feed Isaac and send him home with his stomach full,while Mandy and the babies are sick and hungry.But Isaac is some blessed,because he has religion and gets real happy,and sings,and shouts,and he's going to Heaven when he dies.He must wish he'd go soon,especially in winter.
