The Family Altar

Creating Fond Memories.

“An intelligent lady, somewhat past middle age, speaking not long ago of the changes in family life, recalled the custom of her father’s house of daily family prayer.” Nothing less than a catastrophe would have interrupted the custom,” she said. “It grew to be a part of our lives.”

“Father did business in the city, and had to start early, but we were always on time at breakfast, in order that there might be no delay of prayer. I recall those days with fond memories: and they mean much more to me now than they did then. I think now of the restful ten minutes at the close of the breakfast hour, and the look upward that was given to the whole day by that hallowed custom.”

And now I am wondering just what influence on the lives of the young people of to-day can take the place that family worship of the old sort had in our childhood training. It is well worth the careful thought of earnest men and women how to conserve those influences in the life of the home that accompanied and were fostered by the old-time family worship.

Not long ago a well-known poet and literary man went back to his boyhood home:

He was greeted with enthusiasm by his old-time neighbors. Standing in the living room of the house which his father had built when Michigan was a wilderness, and recalling the struggles and sacrifices of the years that had gone he reckoned the mornings and evenings that the father had knelt in that room and said, “From the spot where now I stand the Throne of Grace has been not less than thirteen thousand times.” The answers to those prayers, and prayers in homes like those, are found in the lives of the children who have gone out of them to bless the world.”—The Lutheran; 1912.

“As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD”–Joshua 24:15