"Be still, and know that I am God"(Ps. 46:10).
Is there any note of music in all the chorus as mighty as the emphatic pause? Is there any word in all the Psalter
more eloquent than that one word, Selah (Pause)? Is there anything more
thrilling and awful than the hush that comes before the bursting of the
tempest and the strange quiet that seems to fall upon all nature before
some preternatural phenomenon or convulsion? Is there anything that can
touch our hearts as the power of stillness?
There
is for the heart that will cease from itself, "the peace of God that
passeth all understanding," a "quietness and confidence" which is the
source of all strength, a sweet peace "which nothing can offend," a deep
rest which the world can neither give nor take away. There is in the
deepest center of the soul a chamber of peace where God dwells, and
where, if we will only enter in and hush every other sound, we can hear
His still, small voice.
There
is in the swiftest wheel that revolves upon its axis a place in the
very center, where there is no movement at all; and so in the busiest
life there may be a place where we dwell alone with God, in eternal
stillness, There is only one way to know God. "Be still, and know." "God
is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him."
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"All-loving
Father, sometimes we have walked
under starless skies that dripped darkness like drenching rain. We
despaired of starshine or moonlight or sunrise. The sullen blackness
gloomed above us as if it would last forever. And out of the dark there
spoke no soothing voice to mend our broken hearts. We would gladly have
welcomed some wild thunder peal to break the torturing stillness of that
over-brooding night.
"But
Thy winsome whisper of eternal love spoke more sweetly to our bruised
and bleeding souls than any winds that breathe across Aeolian harps. It
was Thy 'still small voice' that spoke to us. We were listening and we
heard. We looked and saw Thy face radiant with the light of love. And
when we heard Thy voice and saw Thy face, new life came back to us as
life comes back to withered blooms that drink the summer rain."
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