The safest place in all this world is ever the place of duty. God's wings are over it. God’s peace guards it. It is said that at the centre of the cyclone there is a spot where there is almost perfect calm. A leaf there is scarcely stirred, and a baby would lie there unharmed. So at the centre of every great peril in life is a spot of holy calm where even the feeblest would not be harmed. It is the place of duty, of obedience, of the doing of God's will. He who stays there amid peril and trial is perfectly safe. No storm smites him, no plague comes nigh his dwelling. The way of duty is always a place of absolute safety. But he who departs from this charmed centre soon finds himself caught in the wild swirl and in peril. None of sin’s ways are safe.