The Enchanted Ground - Let Us Not Sleep As Do Others

How are the prayer-meetings almost universally neglected? Our own church stands out like an almost solitary green island in the midst of a dark, dark sea; one bright pearl in the depths of an ocean of discord and confusion. Look at neighboring churches. Step into the vestry, and see a smaller band of people than you would like to think of, assembled round the pastor, whose heart is dull and heavy. Hear one brother after another pour out the dull monotonous prayer that he has said by heart these fifty years, and then go away and say, "Where is the spirit of prayer, where the life of devotion?" Is it not almost extinct? Are not our churches "fallen, fallen, fallen, from their high estate?" God wake them up, and send them more earnest and praying men.