Only a moment, and yet great things have been done in that short time.

'I prayed,' says the Rab-shakeh, 'to the God of Heaven.' Did he then rush away to his own apartment to pray?
Did he kneel down in the midst of the banqueting hall and call upon his God?
No, he spoke no word aloud, he did not even close his eyes.

The king saw nothing, knew nothing of what was going on; yet a mighty transaction took place in that short time between the silent man, who still stood holding the cup in his hands, and the King of Heaven.
We are not told what the prayer was, perhaps it was only, 'Lord, help me.' But quick as lightning the answer came.

His fear fled, wisdom was given him to answer, and his heart's desire was granted.
How often we hear the complaint, 'I cannot pray long prayers, like the good people I read of in books.

I lead a busy active life, and when work is done my body is weary and exhausted, and I find it impossible to pray for any length of time, and sometimes I fear that because I cannot offer long prayers I cannot therefore be the Lord's.' But surely it is not long prayers that the Lord requires.