Thursday, August 25, 2016

"My soul, move up to the top; let no stone be above thee; higher and higher; God awaits thee..."

So be ready by morning, and come up in the morning to Mount Sinai, and present yourself there to Me on the top of the mountain.”
Exodus 34:2

For in the day of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock.
Psalm 27:5

Come away by yourself
And rest awhile,
For you are weary
 Of toil and strain.

Withdraw from the city
All the turmoil leave behind
Fly away like a dove,
Be with Me here.

Find life in the secret place
Alone with Me,
Peaceful and quiet,
Come be renewed.

Your Father watches,
From Heaven He sees;
His home, His abode
He makes in you.

Come, abide in My presence,
Rest in comfort and peace.
Receive healing, find forgiveness
Learn of Me, humble and meek. 


I am called to climb as far away from the world as I can. Surely the very place of meeting has meaning in it. For many a day I have not seen the top of the Mount. I have stood on the plain, or I have gone to the first cleft, or have tried a short way up the steep. I have not risen above the smoke of my own house, or the noise of my daily business. I have said, “In my climbing I must not lose sight of my family; I must be within call of my children; I must not go beyond the line of vegetation…” Thus I have not seen the top, nor have I entered into the secret place of the Most High. Oh that I might urge my way to the very top of the hill chosen of God! “What must it be to be there?” The wind will be music. The clouds will be as the dust of my feet. Earth and time will be seen as they are, in their littleness and their meanness. My soul, move up to the top; let no stone be above thee; higher and higher; God awaits thee, God calls thee, God will give thee rest! God means that the very climbing should do me good. He could come to me, but He bids me go to Him. There is mercy in the going. There is comfort on the road. The very weariness has a promise. The mountain is measured; God does not ask me to climb an unknown distance; He knows my strength, and He fixes the meeting-place within its limits.  This day I will see the sacred top. The enemy will try to turn me back, but I will meet him in the strength of my God, and abash him by the name of Christ. Lord, help me this day to see the very top of the Mount, and let my poor soul taste the sweetness of the liberty which is assured to it in Christ.


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