What Time Is It? (ePub)

You probably know the story of St. Paul's shipwreck. (Acts 28) You remember how the apostle and his companions were exceedingly tossed with a tempest for thirteen days. Neither sun nor stars in many days appeared. All hope that they should be saved was taken away. But do you recollect that when the fourteenth night was come, about midnight the shipmen deemed that they drew near to some country? They sounded and found it twenty fathoms. When they had gone a little further they sounded again and found it fifteen fathoms. Then fearing lest they should have fallen upon rocks, they cast four anchors out of the stern, and wished for the day. Think what an anxious night that must have been! How often some of the 276 souls on board the great Alexandrian corn-ship must have said, How goes the night? What time is it?

You have probably heard of the battle of Waterloo. You know that the Duke of Wellington fought that battle on the understanding that the Prussians would come up on the left of his army, and help him against the French. But the way was long. The roads were bad. The evening was drawing on before the Prussians could appear on the field. In the mean time the battle increased. Hour after hour our forces were thinned by the furious attacks of the enemy. One gallant man after another was slain or carried away wounded. Think what an anxious afternoon that must have been! How often the sun and the shadows must have been observed! How often the watch must have been consulted, and the general's eye turned to the left! How often the anxious question must have risen in men's minds. What time is it? 

You have probably attended the sick-bed of some whom you tenderly loved. You have seen them hovering between life and death, and have passed weeks of painful suspense. You have sat by and watched the struggle between the body and its infirmities, and felt the miserable helplessness of not being able to do anything but look on. And do you not know how slowly the hours roll on at a time like this? Have not the clocks and watches seemed to stand still, and the sun appeared to have forgotten to rise? Have you not often said. When will the physician come again? Will the morning never come? What time is it?