"What Thy Hand Findeth to Do."
"WHAT is that in thine hands, Abel?" "Nothing but a wee lamb, O God, taken from the flock; I purpose offering it to thee, a willing sacrifice." And so he did, and the sweet smell of that burning has been filling the air ever since, and constantly going up to God as a perpetual sacrifice of praise. "What is it that thou hast in thine hand, Moses?" "Nothing but a staff, O God, with which I tend my flocks." "Take it and use it for me," said God. And so he did, and with it wrought more wondrous things than Egypt and her proud king had ever seen before. "Mary, what is it that thou hast in thine hand?" "Nothing but a pot of sweet-smelling ointment, O God, wherewith I would anoint this holy one who is called Jesus." And so she did, and not only did the perfume fill all the house in which they were, but the whole Bible-reading world has been fragrant with the memory of the blessed act of love, which has ever since been spoken of "as a memorial of her." "Poor widow, what is that thou hast in thine hand?" said God. "Only two mites, Lord. It is very little, but then it is all I have, and I would put it into thy treasury." And so she did, and the story of her generous giving has ever since wrought like a charm in prompting others to give to the Lord. "What is that thou hast in thine hand, Dorcas?" "Only a needle, Lord." "Take it and use it for me," said God. And so she did, and not only were the suffering poor of Joppa warmly clad, but inspired by this loving life, "Dorcas societies" even now continue to ply their benign mission to the poor throughout the earth.—S. S. Times.