Hungry souls go up and down, to and fro, before Christ’s table, when there is bread that will cause that hunger to cease forever, and water that is drawn from the river coming from God’s throne; and yet they have gone back, thinking what wife would say, what father would say, what the business partner would say, what gay companions would say.
They feel that gnawings of hunger, and, as they look at the spread table, they say, “Oh, how we need this food, but we dare not come and take it.” Oh! what is it causes their delay, and keeps them thus back? It is shame, pride, or fear.—BEECHER.
