A dot on the page

I read a story of a man who lived somewhere in Holland. He was a learned men, he was an orientalist and  was married. One day  he did not come to the midday meal, although he was called. His wife waits longingly, looking at the food, and the longer this lasts  the less she can explain his failure to appear. Finally she resolves to go over to his room and exhort him to come.

There he sits alone in his work-room, there is nobody with him. He is absorbed in his oriental   studies. You can picture it yourself. She has bent over him, laid her arm about his shoulders, peered down at the book,  there upon looked at him and said, "Dear friend, why do  you  not come over to eat?"

The learned men perhaps has hardly had time to take account of what was said, but looking at his wife presumably  replied, "Well, my girl, there can be no question of  dinner, here is a  vocalization I  have never seen before, I  have often seen the passage quoted, but never like this, and my edition is an excellent Dutch edition. Look at this dot here. It is enough to drive one mad."  

One can imagine his wife looking at him, half-smiling, half-deprecating  that such a little dot should disturb  the domestic  order, and the report recounts that she replied, "ls that anything to take so much to heart? It is not worth wasting one‘s breath on it." No sooner said  than done. She blows, and behold the vocalization disappears, for this remarkable dot was a grain of snuff.  Joyfully, the scholar hastens to the dinner   table  joyful  at the fact that the vocalization  had  disappeared still more joyful in his wife.

We become  engrossed in life‘s problems, and we need someone to come along  and blow a  little air thru us to clear up the debris. This often happens in a  place of worship  where we place ourselves open to the Spirit of God and the Word of God.