Many of us are like a man who has a deep and dangerous wound in his side, and a small cut on his finger. He shows his finger to the doctor, but conceals the wound that affected his life. When asked the reason of such foolish conduct, he replies, that such a man applied a plaster to it. Besides, he was afraid the doctor would ask a high fee, and oblige him to observe a strict and regular diet; but when the wound begins to pain him, and threatens his life, he must show it to the physician. Such is our case. We ask pardon for what we call small sins—we say nothing to Him about our hearts, and the great sin of our nature.