EACH MOMENT by Frances Ridley Havergal

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 30, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 38.

EACH MOMENT.

By Frances Ridley Havergal

If we may commit the days to our Lord, why not the hours, and why not the moments? We do not realize the importance of moments. Look back through the history of the church in all ages, and mark how often a great work grew out of a mere moment in the life of one of God's servants. The moment may have been spent in uttering fine words, but they have fed five thousand, or even five hundred thousand. It is not so often a whole sermon as a single sentence in it that wings God's arrows to the heart. Again, in our own quiet waiting upon God, have we not found that he can so irradiate one passing moment with his light that its rays never die away? Are not such proved to have been kept for him? And if some, why not all? O, how much we have missed by not placing them at his disposal! What might he not have done with the moments freighted with self, or loaded with emptiness, which we have carelessly let drift by? O, what might have been if they had all been kept for Jesus! How he might have filled them with his life and light, enriching our lives that have been impoverished by the waste, and using them in far-spreading blessing and power! We see something of God's greatness and wisdom when we fix our dazzled gaze on infinite space; but when we turn to the marvels of the microscope we gain a clearer view of these attributes by gazing on the perfection of his infinitesimal handiworks. Just so, while we can not realize the infinite love which fills eternity, we see that love magnified in the microscope of the moments, and revealing its unspeakable perfection of detail to our wondering sight.—F. R. Havergal.