The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1859-07-27
Suu1ay RFaAiug.
[From the Richmond Christian Advocate. I
Do you Teach Children to Pray.

town OF G, Tennessee. Never before |
in the recollection of the oldest inhaJi, |
tant, was such a scene witnessed in that !
section of the country. Business houses !
were closed, and the usually busting little |
town wore a sober aspect. Ministers and |
christians of every name united in the !
great work and the great Father looked |
upon the same and smiled and sent down |.
showers Of blessings upon the assembly
which daily met within the walls OF his !
earthly sanctuary. There was an intlu
ential gentleman, who had attended the
meeting for several weeks but his proud |
heart rebelled against bowiug in such a
humble manner, to request the prayers Of
Gods people. One evening while sitting
alone i'll his chamber his only child
bright.eyed boy of seven summers, enter
ed and seated himself upon his fathers
knee, looked earnestly into his face, and
asked Pa, what is a Christian (? One,
my son, who speaks tho truth, reads the
Bible, and prays. We'll, Pa replied the
Child you read your Bible, and tell the
truth, but You do not pray and twjning
his little arms about his neck, lie coutin.
~
tian, Pa, The strong man bowed his head
upon The Glossy curS OF his darling child,
and wept. 'Ah said he when relating
the circumstance u me. that arrow went
deep in to my heart
That night the church bell rang out its
usual peal, and that father. accompanied
by his PRAYING wife werded their way to
the house of God. " hen the invitation
WAS given for peni,eu,s to approach the
atlas, he arose aud with calm resolve
Gepicted upon his face, walked firmly to
the alter aud kneIt. Many eyes unused
to weeping ovcril2wcd 10 see one so loved
and hoUored bowiug So peuiientlv among
those holy men Of God asking direction
/ to the fountain Of life. Before the meet
ing closed, he arose with the glad cry of
new born soul, and among the hosan-
mas Of Gods chosen ones, told ~hat a
! precious Savior he had found ALI me.
! thinks the angel of Love that covered
over the sleeping couch Of that lovely
! child, sped its way back to the courts of
! glory. and wrote WiIIie's name along tie
s'0c OF hls pnpnls III tho Lo,"L'o book Of
life
Upon awakening from the sweet sleep
OF childhood, the ensuing morning, little
Wilie's mother bent over his crib and
whispered, PAS Christian now, dar-
ling Oh I'm so very glad he exclaim.
cd why diI'nt Won send for Willie to
see God make Pa Christian 2 And
again in that household there went up "A
thanksgiving TO God for bringing the
father home to Him. oh may the light
of Heaven beam lovingly upon the head
OF that sweet child, and may angels weave
an immortal crown of Heavens flowers to
deck his brow when he enters the glory
land
Mothers, do You realise the responsi
bilIty Of training an immortal soul ? Are
YOU prayeriul DO you, when the sun
light fades away, and the little ewes grow
sleepy, follow the little ones to their
couches, and there bend your knee with
them, and teach them to send up their
pure devot:ons to the God who has gwen
such jewels to your keeping (! If so, you
too may one day know of truth, that
'out Of the mouth of babes God has per
fected praise
Just here let me relate an incident that
occurred not many days ago. A lady sat
in the dim twilight, in her home. By
her side was her oldest son. boy OF
eight or nine years. She had been rela
ting circumstance relative to a PRAYER
Of one OF his little schoomates who had
recently died. The boy asked why hi.
little friend prayed. and the mother ex.
planned then, looking into her face with
an earnestness and seriousness beyond
his years, he said Mother, you never
taught me how to prsv.' But | viii
now, my son. she replied and going tc
the stand, she took down the family Ri
ble and taught him the Lords PRAYER
o what reprOof to that mother He
son never saw her pray ; he knew no
what it was to pray. A prayerless moth
er o there is no sadder sight on earth
Think, mothers, think what you are do
ing for if your children do not sonnc
the reproof now, the day is coming wher
your heart will be rent by the awful cry
You never taught me to pray, mother
Do not think it is enough to pray 70
your children but teach them to pray.