A gentle author has recently said: “We are too much in the habit of looking forward to heaven as something that will be an easier, pleasanter story for us to read when we have finished this tiresome earth narrative; a luxurious palace-chamber to rest in after this life’s drudgery is ended; a remote celestial mountain retreat, where the sound of the restless waves of humanity forever fretting these shores will vex our ears no longer.” We forget that heaven is not far off yonder – at least, our heaven is not – but begins right here in our common days, if it is ever to being at all for us. It not that what the prayer means – “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven?” “On earth” – in our shops and stores and schools; in our homes and social life; in our drudgery and care; in our times of temptation and sorrow.