Let us examine ourselves and see if we are putting idols to bed also. Secure three images of Buddha. They can easily be purchased in the shops as they are now sold for incense-holders. The first idol we will label "Irreverence." I am afraid that most all of us have this idol in our possession. We pray to God on Sunday, and then the rest of the week we live any old way. Sometimes when we are in church we whisper, talk, and run about during the service, or look about the room during prayertime, and pay but little attention to the minister who is speaking to us for God. We often pay more attention to our earthly friends than we do to God who is our Chief Friend. All this is a display of Irreverence. Do not let us do this, but put this idol out of our life, and worship the true God only. The best way to cultivate reverence is to go to God's house and learn how to worship him. The music, the message, and the holy surroundings of the place of prayer all make it easy for us to be reverent. Oliver Wendell Holmes said he had a tender little plant in his heart which he called "Reverence," which he needed to water once a week to keep it fresh and fragrant, so he went to church to water that plant; there he came under the showers of blessing which God sends to his people who are reverent and worship him. Reverence grows fast when we go to church. After you have said this, put the idol in an old bag which you have made to hold cast-off things. The second idol we will label "SELFISHNESS." When we put ourselves first and are self-willed and always want our own way, then we are putting the idol of "selfishness" to bed. This idol is like the white ant of Africa which is a secret destroyer. It feeds on wood. A man built himself a house on a piece of land that he thought was a safe place, and after it was finished all the people said it was a thing of beauty. But suddenly one day it fell with a great crash. Now look over the wrecked timber, and you will discover that the inside of the timbers had been eaten clean away. This ant is no respecter of things. It eats books, furniture, trunks, chairs, dolls, and toys, or anything. Selfishness is like this ant. It secretly eats away the heart of love, and we are dead to the appeal of the world for sympathy. No boy or girl can love himself or herself above all others without dying inside. Like the African ant, selfishness destroys from within, it kills the heart. Bishop Butler, one of the most learned men, said, "Be more afraid of thyself than of the world." Be afraid of the idol of selfishness, it is yourself at your worst. Put it away, _not_ to bed.