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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 23, 1914

No Man Cared for My Soul

By Editor

Editorial

"No Man Cared for My Soul"

This was the mournful cry which went up from the heart of David. He had been driven out from his father's house. Destitute, forsaken by his old-time friends, and accompanied by only a few companions, who, like himself, were in dire straits, he was driven from valley to valley and from mountain to mountain, pursued by the relentless hatred of Saul, who through jealousy sought to take his life.

On one of these occasions David and his men were so sorely pressed that they sought refuge in a cave. Saul and his men had chosen the same retreat for a rest. David's enemy was delivered into his hand, but even in the face of this advantage he maintained his loyalty to God; but the longing of his heart for fellowship and sympathy was expressed in these words: "I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul."

From how many burdened hearts has this cry gone up since the days of David! How many there are in the world today who have this conviction, even though they may not openly express their feelings! Among all classes in the world, in the church, and sometimes even in our own homes, discouraged ones are found. We are afforded the blessed privilege in the year to come to prove to our associates that some one has regard for their souls' welfare. Let us by our kindly attitude, by well-chosen words as occasion shall warrant, manifest our interest in the souls of those around us. On every side are hearts hungering for love, for a kind word, and for a sympathetic smile.

Among our daily associates we may find those who have never professed the name of Christ, who are waiting for some one to speak to them. We find members of our churches who have become discouraged and indifferent. They have ceased to attend meeting; they have come to feel that no one cares for their welfare. Let us call on these discouraged ones during the year to come. Let us make it the earnest purpose of our lives to bring souls to Christ. Sometimes we feel a great burden for those in heathen darkness, and this is right; but let us remember those who need our help close at hand. While we manifest no less interest for the heathen, let us remember those at our very door who, if they are not saying it in words, are carrying the feeling in their heart, No one cares for my soul. F. M. W.