One winter day a gentleman, riding on horseback along a Kentucky road, met an old colored slave plodding on through the deep snow towards the house of prayer, which was four miles from his home. “Why, uncle,” cried the gentleman, “you ought not to venture out such a distance on such a day. Why in the world don’t you stay at home?” “Ah, massa,” was the answer, “I darn’t do dat; ‘cause, you see, I dunno when de blessing gwine to come; an’ s’pose it ‘ud come this snowy mornin’, and I away! Oh, no, dat ‘ud nebber do.” Would God’s service ever be dishonored by empty houses of worship were all Christians possessed of such faith?