A certain church member who lived in a home like a palace, and who had
large holdings in real estate, and a good-sized bank account, was
accustomed to have worship with his family each morning as they began
the day. He usually read a portion of Scripture, and then prayed
fervently and earnestly for the poor and needy in his neighborhood, in
the community, and in parts far removed from his home. He prayed for
other things, of course, but the burden of his prayer each morning was
for those in need.
Enjoying every comfort himself, he, however, did nothing to help those
in need who lived near by. One morning after he had offered the usual
prayer for the destitute and the poor, his little son said to him, "Dad,
I wish I had your grain elevator."
"What in the world would you do with my grain elevator?" the father asked.
"If I had all the corn you have, Dad, I would answer some of your
prayers myself."
By C. L. Paddock
Source: Our Times, Copyright (c) February 1948, Pacific Press,
http://www.signstimes.com