The author of “God’s Tenth” wrote a charming story on the title of this little article, but I am going to relate, not a story, but the fact on which it was founded—an incident in my own life, when I was a very young girl at school in London, where I was encouraged to be faithful to my God, my blessed Master, the Lord Jesus Christ, as I had been brought up in a loving, prayerful, praiseful Christian home in Exeter. My brother’s wife’s brother was exceedingly kind to me, and I loved him sincerely. He, I am grieved to say, married a most irreligious lady. I can never forget the look on her face when, behind his back, she sneered at my sister’s piety. I used to call the gentleman “Uncle Fred,” and of course at that time I knew nothing of their want of piety, so I gladly accepted their invitation to spend my holidays with them, and was allowed to go. I went, and was there some time before I dared tell of my grief of heart. Then I wrote to my dear eldest sister, “I can’t stay here; come and fetch me home.” She came at once and asked the reason. “Oh” I replied, “there is no God in this house. I can’t live where there is no acknowledgment of God. There are no family prayers, no hymns, no Bible reading, no Sundays kept; so I can’t stay here any longer.”
Dear reader, have you God in your house? Are you helping others to know and love Him? Do you read your Bible constantly, every day, morning and evening, so that you may more and more know and love the Lord, who gave His life to save your precious soul? If not, do begin now and seek Him with all your heart (Isa. 55:6).
Emily P. Leakey.