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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 28.

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A Midday Prayer Moment

By William Ambrose Spicer

FOR years, just a few minutes before twelve o’clock, noon, the workers in the General Conference Office have been accustomed to meet in the board room to bow down together at the noon hour in prayer for the work and workers out over the fields, at home and abroad. It is but the service of a few moments; but as news comes in of progress, and needs, or of difficulties and dangers, it is a comfort to the workers in the general office to spread the needs before the Lord, to thank him for victories and progress, and to pray for workers amid special difficulties.
Many of the workers in the fields have their own home circle, dear ones left behind, where they know they are continually remembered before the Lord. And many are especially remembered in the home church from which they went out. But somehow the workers in the General Conference Office feel that the noon-hour prayer season is a sort of general home prayer circle for all the great family of workers who are giving their lives to spreading this message.
It may be that many of the believers would like to know of this prayer season at the noon hour, and join in it. The pressure of activity in doing things in our busy work is such that we give the Lord too little opportunity to make us partners and sharers in the work beyond our personal reach.
“Who delivered us from so great a death,” wrote Paul, “and doth deliver: in whom we trust that he will yet deliver us; ye also [the Corinthian believers] helping together by prayer for us.”
By prayer we may join our brethren in grappling with the difficulties and the needs in the great cities; in tropical lands, where the deadly fevers lie in wait for the workers; and amid the darkness of heathenism, over which we see the Spirit of God hovering, to let in the light of the last message.
The noon hour is often a busy one, but just a moment’s petition sent winging its way to heaven, in the midst of the cares, may brighten the day, and lighten our own and another’s load. The workers at the ends of the earth often speak of the help it is to them to know of the noonday prayer moment. Miss Brockman, of Montevideo, Uruguay, where four missionary nurses are working away alone in the great city, writes:—
It is such a help to us to know that we are remembered in the noonday prayer season, and you may be sure we do not forget to pray for the work and workers in the home land.
From away in Mandalay, Burma, Brother R. A. Beckner writes:—
At your noonday service remember in prayer the work and workers at “the Center of the Universe” (one of the flowery titles of this “Land of the Pagoda”).
We pass on this word, that others may know of this noon-hour prayer moment, and perhaps, even with hands full of work, remember to send up a petition from the heart in behalf of all toilers in the Lord’s whitening harvest-fields. W. A. S.