John, come up here, I want to measure you. Stand there, that's right. I
have the mark, now let us see how tall you are. Four feet, three and
one-half inches. That is fine. You are a big boy, aren't you? I wish too
that I could measure you according to God's measure. But I cannot do
that. You must do that yourself. How tall are you as you look at
yourself in the light of the Saviour's life? According to his measure I
pray that you may be tall and strong.

MEMORY VERSE, _Ephesians_ 4: 13

"Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the
son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the
fulness of Christ."

MEMORY HYMN [128]

_"We may not climb the heavenly steeps."_




SLEEP


I hope you had a good sleep last night. I hope you sleep well every
night. God's best gift to his children is sleep. You think there are
some better gifts, do you? Name them. Ah, I thought you were mistaken.
The more you think about it the more you will agree with me that sleep,
the Father's loving provision for tired people, is a most blessed gift.