When we learn to look up to God out of our weakness and sorrow, and say, “Abba, Father,” what a revelation does the name disclose! What a treasure of precious love-thoughts does it unlock! For one thing, there is love in this divine Fatherhood — love that never falters, that never wearies, that stops at no sacrifice. There is also watchfulness that never sleeps, that looks down with compassionate eye from above the silent stars, and keeps vigil day and night There is compassion, also, that peers into the depths of all our want and woe. There is shelter too, for ever does our Father stand between us and danger. There is guidance, a divine Hand clasping ours and leading us along through every strange way. No casket of earth's jewels holds so rich a cluster as does this heavenly casket, this name Father, contain of the jewels of divine grace.