For the Wayfaring Stranger
By W. A. S.
THERE are few places in these days where the old-time spirit of hospitality for the stranger survives. But in Russia, according to Mr. Hume Ford, there is a kindly heart for the wayfaring man. He says:— The wanderer may start at Warsaw and tramp half way around the globe, finding at every stopping place simple peasants ready to share their meal with a stranger, while from one end of Siberia to the other a plate of food is placed without the window at night for the unfortunate who may pass that way. It is a pretty custom. While conditions in these lands are different, hardly suggesting a following of the practise, there is a lesson for us in it. We live now, too much for ourselves alone. Just now, for instance, we are thanking God for the truth he has given us, and seeking a deeper experience in it. Let us remember, too, the stranger. Share the feast of heavenly truth with him. There are many ways of putting the plate out at the window. Let the larger gift for missions that has been made this week of prayer be followed by thoughtful planning for the systematic weekly offering that is to set the heavenly feast before multitudes passing in weary procession down the world's great highway. W. A. S.