The Ant-Hill

‘’ The world is a great theatre, ajtd the spectators are God and angels. I confess ijue lictle think of it; there is a foolish levity in otir minds. As to 21s, the world is like a hill of ants; you stand by, and they rwi up and down, and do 7iot think of your being there; so the Lord stands by and observes all our motions, and we rim 7ip and down like busy ants, and do not think of Gods presence amo7ig 2is. We live in a great hurry and clatter of busi?iess, and have but few thoitghts of God. The Psalmist gives a descriptiojt of carjial me7i i?i these words (Ps. lxxxvi. They have not set thee before them” Lord, let me not be a mere ant on the world’s hill; but as thou hast given me an understanding, help me to use it upon thyself, that so I may rise to the true level of an intelligent and immortal being.

How can I disregard my God, my Father, my all? How can I be taken up with these trifles whilst thou art so near me, asking my love, and proving thy right to it by daily loading me with benefits? What a mere insect I am! Why am I thus? Why should I live like an emmet when thou hast made me a little lower than an angel? I shall never rise to what I ought to be unless thou reveal thyself in me and to me by thy good Spirit. Deliver me from that foolish levity of which thy servant speaks, which makes me fill my mind with contemptible vanities, and let me seriously remember thee, and the day when I shall stand before thy judgment-seat.