“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.
JOSEPH PARKER