Autumn Devotional '21 "We lose our peace, not when others hate us...but when we hate others."

 

“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.” John 14:27

 

“But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven…”

Matthew 5:44-45

 

The basis of Christian peace is single-hearted, joyous, and intelligent trust in God’s goodness, and acceptance of His will. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one. It is that kind of honorable peace which Christ offers us. ‘My peace,’ He said. Think for a moment of the circumstances in which the offer was made. He was at the very storm-center of a world seething with hatred and unrest. Black tempests were gathering around Him. He was facing the ordeal of His cross. And yet it was out of that very maelstrom which was sucking Him down to death that He spoke of His peace. 

         When we are in accord with God, we find peace. How can a man be at peace whose being is out of tune with the nature of things, whose will is at cross purposes with God? Our lives need to be linked on to God. We are born to take our part in the movement which is far larger than ourselves. While our lives are moving in the orbit of selfishness there is sure to be confusion. There was no shadow between Christ and God. There was perfect understanding between Him and His Father, and where there are no shadows between a man and God, no earthly troubles can break this deep and final peace of the spirit; and out of that peace comes power to meet whatever life may bring.

          Another way in which Christ’s peace showed itself was in His relation to men, a relation which sprang from His oneness with God. Much of our dispeace comes from a wrong attitude to others. The dark heart of the world’s unrest today is full of such things as hatred, suspicion, jealousy, spite, contempt of man for man. There is no peace in any heart till it is emptied of these or lifted above their reach. It is not a pleasant thing to be hated, but the dispeace comes when that hatred is allowed to stir the dust of our own passion. We lose our peace —not when others hate us, if there is no lurking suspicion that it has been deserved, but when we hate others. To hate or suspect or despise another spoils our own spirit, and it opens that door to a perfect storm of unrest. That was, in part, what Christ meant when He spoke of loving our enemies. He knew that there is nothing so fatal to peace as the spirit of hatred and revenge. Taunts and criticism drew from Him nothing but compassion. The worse people were, the more they were in need of God. The more they hated the more they were in need of love and guiding. Part of the secret of peace in this loving attitude towards others, ‘Fret not thyself about evil-doers’—do not let the wrongs of others overthrow the balance of your own soul. All the big souls have had this love, this forbearing outlook on others, and it has kept them strong amid a thousand peering littlenesses. 

         Peace comes from surrender and response to the love of God in all its challenge and all its security. And the love of God is a challenging thing. ‘My peace,’ said Christ, ‘I give to you.’ What lives the disciples led after that gift! This peace calls us to battle. There is no peace we can accept for ourselves so long as the world is full of the sin and suffering which makes the lives of others unhealthy and unholy. There is no rest from mortal fight for any of us so long as our hearts are tainted with selfishness and pride. For the man who loves with the love of Jesus, and who enters into an alliance with Him, there is no languorous ease, no sheltered garden where he can slink out of the dust and heat. 

         But it means moving out, too, in response to the assurance of God’s love. In giving us peace Christ gives us Himself. So He will never see us beaten. We shall be equal to every situation into which love may bring us. It is the peace of the full river, glorious, unresting yet unhurried. It is the deep assurance that love will conquer in the end, and already, through the victory of Christ, the situation is in the control of those pierced hands. 

 

JAMES HASTINGS

The Speaker’s Bible -John

 

The story is told that once a patron sent for two artists and invited each of them to set out on canvas his idea of peace. One of them painted a moorland scene, quiet, lonely, with no living thing in sight, and in the center a lake, still, unruffled, desolate. That is the peace of stagnation and of death. The other chose a roaring tumbling waterfall. Across the face of it was a spray of mountain ash, and on the spay a robin singing quietly. That was much nearer to the peace of Christ.

A.A. DAVID

Our Father

Photo Credit: Debbie Heyer

Summer Devotional '21 "Then He tells us His secrets, great & wonderful, eternal & infinite..."

 

I will give you the treasures of darkness

And hidden riches of secret places,

That you may know that I, the LORD,

Who call you by your name,

Am the God of Israel.

Isaiah 45:3

 

“His right hand presseth me to His heart.”

Isaiah 41:10—German Translation

 

 

Awake, my heart and sing!  For

Your Maker chose you to be His bride—

He set His heart on you from ages past,

To draw you close to His wounded side.

 

Awake, my soul and sing!  For

Your destiny shines brighter than the stars—

He will bring you into His Kingdom of light,

Where you may rest safely in His arms.

 

chorus: “I have created you for My glory,

Be not dismayed for I am with you—”

I will be your God, unto eternity.”

 

Awake, my spirit and soar!  For

Life immortal very soon will be yours—

Jesus makes ready for you an eternal dwelling,

Where boundless joy and love outpours.

 

Awake, my love and hear!  For

The Lord God who created you has declared,

“Have no fear, for I call you by name —you are Mine,

Come, enter My kingdom which I have prepared.”

C.A. TAYLOR

You Are Mine

 

         Our Lord is constantly taking us into the dark, that He may tell us things,—into the dark of the shadowed home, where bereavement has drawn the blinds; into the dark of the lonely, desolate life, where some infirmity closes us in from the light and stir of life; into the dark of some crushing sorrow and disappointment.

         Then He tells us His secrets, great and wonderful, eternal and infinite; He causes the eye which has become dazzled by the glare of earth to behold the heavenly constellations; and the ear to detect the undertones of His voice, which are often drowned amid the tumult of earth’s strident cries. 

 

F.B. MEYER

Isaiah

 

 

         Every great sorrow is in a certain sense a lonely sorrow. It drives a man into the fastnesses of himself…. Christ is the one Guest who can enter the sacred chamber of a great sorrow. The soul’s sense of loneliness yields to Him. The heart’s sensitive reserve gives way. Christ enters, and thenceforth sorrow takes on a new meaning and aspect. The blinding bereavement, and crushing loss of disappointment, the trial that has wrenched the very heart strings asunder, the awful temptation that has swept the soul at last from its moorings—all these crises of life fall into harmony with the divine love and divine purpose when the Saviour enters the hidden chamber of our griefs. We never know what sorrow means, or what it can do for the soul till then. “Lo!” says Christ to the spirit brooding in lonely grief, “lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” Blessed promise! Lord Jesus, come Thou into all our sorrow-burdened hearts; fill them with Thy divine sympathy, and help us to learn through Thy love the sacred meaning and uses of all life’s dark and painful experiences!

 

JAMES BUCKHAM Ph.D.

Spring Devotional '21 "‘Follow Me.’ It is the story of Christian pilgrimage on earth."

Then He went out again by the sea; and all the multitude came to Him, and He taught them. After these things He went out and saw a tax collector named Matthew Levi, the son of Alpheus, sitting at the tax booth. And He said to him, “Follow Me.”  So, he left all, rose up, and followed Him. Then Levi gave Him a great feast in his own house. And there were a great number of tax collectors and others who sat down with them.

Luke 5:27-29/Mark 2:13

 

         When Jesus said to Matthew at the lakeside ‘Follow Me’ He was really laying down a principle which lies at the root of all Christian discipleship. Christian discipleship involves membership in a society, but throughout it is governed by loyalty to Jesus Christ. It is a personal relationship; the idea of friendship comes into it—my personality interpenetrated by His personality; obedience by me to Him.

         There is a double relation in this discipleship. There is the relation of the disciple to the Master, and there is the relation of the Master to the disciple. Let us begin by thinking of the relation of the disciple to the Master. ‘Follow Me’ comes the call to each one of us. What does it mean? Clearly it means something much more than putting ourselves on a register as professed Christians, or saying that we believe Christian facts and doctrines to be true. Remember in the Gospel we are told of some who say, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and yet to them the answer is made, ‘I never knew you.’

         The Christian way is overshadowed by a Figure, and that Figure moves in and out among the pilgrims who throng the way. They keep Him before their minds as their standard and inspiration. He is the Way for them just in proportion as they try to catch His spirit and breathe His atmosphere. Every disciple ought to be able to look back over the road and say, ‘I have grown a little more like Jesus and my inner life is stronger; I see spiritual things more clearly; the grip of sin on me is loosening; Jesus Christ is more to me now than He was in the past.’ 

         Then there is the other side of the relationship, the relation of the Master to the disciple. Human friendships present a varying aspect. You may have a friendship between two people where the give-and-take on either side is more or less equal; or you may have a friendship where one of the two is far in advance of the other; he is a much stronger character, a more attractive and inspiring personality, and the other leans on him and learns from him, and is drawn to him by strong invisible ties. Quite clearly the relationship between ourselves and Jesus is of this latter kind. He is so incomparably above us that the initiative, so to put it, lies with Him. In this friendship He is the Giver and we are, in the main, receivers.

         Now here we reach the deepest meaning of Christian discipleship. That discipleship is far more than a following of Jesus; it is a receiving from Jesus of a communicated life. How, indeed, could we hope to follow Him if He were not drawing us and enabling us to follow Him? Christian discipleship is the union of the disciple with the Master in an intimacy so close that the forces of the Master’s life flow into the life of the disciple, until the climax is reached in those words of St Paul in the Epistle to the Galatians: ‘I live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.’

         That is the other side of the relationship, and clearly it is the more important side, for what Christ gives us is that which enables us to follow Him and that which alone enables us. How rich is this thought of a universal Person sharing His life with man! We all differ from each other; no two human beings are alike; and yet He is broad enough to meet all our needs, and He can give us that life which will help us to develop our individuality. 

         What Christ gives is far more than anything that we can give; but there is one thing we can give and must give, if we are to receive anything at all from Him—we must give ourselves. A worthless gift? Yes. A character shot through and through with the sin which is abhorrent to His pure soul? Yes. Masses of neglected opportunities, willful wrongdoing, utter disloyalty to God? Yes. But those are the very things He wants—the sinner and the wastrel and the careless. He wants their wills, their faintest resolves after goodness, their discontents and their unrests. He wants the man in all his wretchedness that He may redeem him and make him better. Why, that is just His work, to transform the sinner into the saint. That is what He came for, and today He is just as loving and gracious as He was when He made friends with the outcasts of Jewish society. 

         First, then, a call, ‘Follow Me,’ heard first long ago by a lakeside in Galilee, but repeated all down the centuries to every soul of man, the voice of One speaking to us, claiming our loyalty. Then a following which on our part means an initial act of self-committal to Him who calls, and then a patient daily treading of the way. And that way is the Via Crucis. It means self-sacrifice, the losing of the narrower life in the service of the larger life. On the other side we have a companionship which brings with it not only a love which pardons, but a power which transforms. Old habits disappear, new habits take their place, and all the while the ties are multiplying which bind him ever closer and closer to this divine-human Friend and Saviour. ‘Follow Me.’ It is the story of Christian pilgrimage on earth. Will the story of eternity be any other? Can it be any other? seeing that He whom we follow here is Lord of earth and heaven, God’s supreme purpose, humanity’s King and everlasting Redeemer. 

J.HASTINGS

Speaker's Bible

Matthew Vol.2

 

 

Good Friday Devotional '21 "Behold your King!"

 

Then Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. And Pilate said to them, “Behold the Man!”

John 19:5

 

Now it was the Preparation Day of the Passover, and about the sixth hour. And he [Pilate] said to the Jews, “Behold your King!”

John 19:14

 

Behold the Man! Clothed in a purple robe,

Though He arrays the flowers of similar hue.

Behold the Christ, crowned with thorns,

Though He created the tree from which they grew.

 

Behold our sin, borne in His Body on the cross,

Silently, lovingly, suffering in our stead.

Behold the Lamb, taking away our sins,

Though He was holy, innocent and exalted.

 

Behold our Lord, the Son of righteousness,

Clothed with resplendent light and majesty.

     Behold our King, conquering death and darkness,

Rising with healing in His wings.

 

 

br:   Behold the Lamb, who was slain;

Clothed in humility and glory—

Worthy is He to receive Heaven’s praise!

 

 

Behold the Son of Man, reigning in glory;

And from His throne flow might and honor and all power.

Behold Jesus Christ, coming in victory,

Saying, “Behold, I am alive forever and ever!”

 

Behold the Son of God! His splendor fills the land,

See His face as brilliant as the sunrise.

Behold the rays of light flashing from His hands,

As He comes to take unto Himself, His bride. 

C.A. TAYLOR

Behold the Man

 

It was an April morning in Jerusalem, and the city was thronged with pilgrims to the Feast. From all over the land, and from distant lands, the Jews had come in multitudes to celebrate again the Divine deliverance from Egypt and the birth of their nation as the chosen people of God. At such a time religious fervor ran high, and was even intensified by the fact that the holy land was now under the heel of Rome. Ancient hopes were more warmly cherished, ancient promises were more eagerly rehearsed of the coming of God’s King, whose name should be ‘Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace.’ Each of these great names stirred men’s hearts like the sound of trumpets and the roll of drums. And now, on this April morning of the feast, there is gathered in front of the Roman governor’s palace a raging mob, and before them stands one of their own race, robed in purple and crowned with thorns, and to Him the governor points in mockery saying, ‘Behold your King!’ It is perhaps little to be wondered at that such a travesty, such a flouting of their most sacred hopes, roused the Jews to fury and to the horrible cry, ‘Away with Him!’

Even so, on that April morning in Jerusalem, only a single eye in all the multitude had discernment to see the vision of the thorn-crowned King. John, the beloved disciple, was there, and Pilate’s words struck a strange chord in his heart. Beneath the mockery they seemed to him the expression of eternal truth. ‘Behold your King!’ When the words fell on his ear, then from the depth of his soul he responded, ‘Yea, I behold and confess my King.’

And so, most strangely, through St. John’s record Pilate comes before us as the herald of Christ. In the words of Matthew Henry, ‘Pilate, though he was far from meaning so, seems as if he were the voice of God to them. Christ, now crowned with thorns, is here, as a king at his coronation, offered to the people.’ It cannot but be felt to be a most significant thing that the Roman governor, the representation of world power, should be seen pointing to Jesus and announcing Him to be a King. Men have often uttered words which were truer than they knew, and had meanings far other than they dreamed. So was it when the Roman governor uttered the words, ‘Behold your King!’ We do well to give heed to them, and ponder their deepest meaning that we also, with St. John, may be led to see the vision of our King.

Pilate had previously uttered another memorable word, ‘Ecce Homo, Behold the Man.’ That is the word which, perhaps above any other, has caught the ear and imagination of our age. Jesus, the ideal man, the representative of humanity at its best—that is a vision which has captivated many hearts. But Christian faith implies something more Divine and at the same time more personal. Jesus is not merely the human ideal; He is our heavenly King. And to this end Pilate’s words are recorded, and all the gospels are written, that we through them may be led to see the Vision of our King.

JAMES HASTINGS

The Speaker’s Bible -John vol. 2

Devotional on Forgiveness '21 "God is as pleased to forgive our sins as we are to have them forgiven."

 

Let him return to the LORD,

​​And He will have mercy on him;

​​And to our God,

​​For He will abundantly pardon.

​

​​“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

​​Nor are your ways My ways,” says the LORD.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,

​​So are My ways higher than your ways,

​​And My thoughts than your thoughts.”

Isaiah 55:7b-9

 

 

 

Jesus, You are the great Almighty I AM,

Led to the slaughter like a silent Lamb.

Earthly kings will stand speechless in Your Presence,

While saints and angels crown You High King of Heaven.

 

It was my sins You bore upon that tree;

Carrying all my sorrows, far too heavy.

Jesus, pierced through, afflicted and smitten,

That my name upon Your heart might be written.

 

chorus: 

I’ve been long afflicted and tossed with tempests,

  My drifting soul stranded in the wilderness.

Bring me back to Eden when I walked in nearness,

Let me find my song again, hymns of pure gladness.

 

You poured Your soul out as a guilt offering,

Cut off from the land of the living.

My heart’s now at peace, knowing I’m forgiven—

No longer hiding, no longer forsaken.

 

What words can I sing that describe such grace?

A love that sacrificed life for this fallen race?

But sing on I will, exalting Your goodness,

My Lord and King, my Redeemer from darkness!

Bring Me Back to Eden

C.A. TAYLOR

 

         “He will abundantly pardon.” There is nothing of cold, distant harshness in God’s mercy-giving. He does not say, “Take thy pardon and go thy way. It is what thou dost not deserve. Thou hast been a wicked rebel; take care of thyself in time to come.” God is ever like Himself. Behold Him in creation; in these myriads of mighty worlds He has hung above us in the heavens. How like the greatness of the Great One is that fulness of immensity. Behold Him in the gifts with which He blesses our earth; with what a lavish hand He scatters beauties and glories. And here, too, as the God of Pardon, God again is like Himself; He pardons like Himself, with Divine generosity.

         It is God’s good pleasure to pardon abundantly. He [Isaiah] has a claim to speak of God with an authority which few can rival. And this is what he has to say to us of God—that God’s mercy is as much higher than our thoughts of it, as much broader, as much more pure and tender, as the heavens are higher and broader and sweeter than the earth; that it transcends all our conceptions of mercy, that it seems incredible to us only because it is so large and rich and free, that we can hardly even bring ourselves to believe in it. He affirms that even here our great poet’s [Shakespeare] description holds good, that we may lift a reverent eye to the very Throne of Heaven and say: “Mercy is twice blessed,” blessing “him that gives,” as well as “him that takes,” since God delights in mercy, and is —if we may speak of so great a mystery in words so homely—at least as pleased to forgive our sins as we are to have them forgiven.

         He shows His desire for our salvation, and His readiness to accept us, in doing what none could have imagined possible, in sending His Son to take our nature upon Him, and to become man for our sakes. Here is the pledge of His faithfulness. Here is the assurance which none can doubt, that He loves the souls of men with the love with which He loves His only-begotten Son. When we will not come to Him, He comes to us. When we refuse to seek Him, He comes Himself to seek and to save us. He does not send, He does not call merely. He comes down from heaven, and lays aside His glory, and speaks to us face to face, with the words of man, with the fellow-feeling of man, with the affectionate love and tender earnestness of man. He who made the light, and rules beyond the stars, comes and calls on us, and speaks to us with the simple plainness with which a father speaks to his little children or a little child appeals to grown men. 

JAMES HASTINGS

Great Texts of the Bible -Isaiah

 

My God, my God, have mercy on my sin,

For it is great; and if I should begin

To tell it all,

The day would be too small

To tell it in.

 

My God, Thou wilt have mercy on my sin

For Thy Love’s sake: yea, if I should begin

To tell This all,

The day would be too small

To tell it in.

 

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI

Winter Devotional '21"....marvel of marvels, that the little soul of man can receive into itself the infinite God."

 

For thus says the High and Lofty One

Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy:

“I dwell in the high and holy place,

And with him who has a contrite and humble spirit,

To revive the spirit of the humble,

And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

Isaiah 57:15

 

And Mary said,

 

“My soul magnifies the Lord,

 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,

 for He has looked on the humble estate of His servant.”

Luke 1:46-48

 

Thy home is with the humble, Lord; 

The simplest are the best;

Thy lodging is in childlike hearts;

 Thou makest there Thy rest.

 

Dear Comforter, eternal Love,

If Thou wilt stay with me,

Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 

I'll build a house for Thee.

 

Who made this beating heart of mine, 

But Thou, my heavenly Guest?

Let no one have it, then, but Thee, 

And let it be Thy rest.

 

Thy Home Is with the Humble, Lord 

Frederick Faber~1849 

 

 

That this ”high and lofty One that inhabits eternity” should enter into some poor, crushed, and broken human spirit, that trembles at the very whisper of His voice, and should make the narrow recesses of that heart His abode, His home—this is the mystery and glory of the Godhead,—not alone that He should be infinite, eternal, immortal, invisible, but that, being all these, He should yet be apprehended by the little mind of a man, and call Himself that man’s Friend and Comforter and Father.

In the friendship He offers and gives to the poorest of mankind. The broad cleavage of social caste is one of the most familiar facts of life now as in all former times. God simply ignores it. He is the Friend of all—the Friend of the prosperous and the comfortable—if they will only take Him, making their prosperity and comfort a brighter and happier thing, but none the less, the Friend of the hard-struggling on whom the burden of existence presses sore. There is many a man and woman in straightened circumstances whom people in a better position would not deign to notice or be seen speaking to on the street. But the Most High has no such feeling. Nor does He deem it beneath Him to have the poor professing His name and openly claiming friendship with Him. All the loftiness of His position creates not the slightest gap of sympathy between Him and the lowliest child of man. And there are burdened hearts in the obscurest ranks of society that feel the joy of His companionship in their life-battle, and know that the King of the Universe is with them as they struggle on. 

Again the humility of God is seen in His care to lift up the most unworthy. Perfectly free from what we call pride of position, He is also perfectly free from what we know as pride of character. Holy as His Name is, and jealously as he guards His holiness, there is no holding of Himself aloof from the unholy. In fact, the most wonderful thing about God is His persistent endeavor to get into touch with men and women in their sinfulness, and to rescue them from it. The mission of Christ was the humility of God in practical action—God making the first move, God stooping down among the sinful and unworthy to raise and redeem them.

Another manifestation of the humility of God is His patience amid the obstinate ingratitude and unfriendliness of men. We are sometimes impatient enough with one another. A slight, an unguarded word, an ungenerous act, is taken as —a mortal offense, not to be endured. Pride rises up and stiffens its back, and is hard to be pacified. Meanwhile, how much has God to bear from us all, every day of our life? Blessings received from His hand, and turned into a ground of vainglorious boasting; reverence and obedience withheld in the very presence of clear revelations of His will; the claims of His truth set aside for self-convenience, self-interest, or self-gratification; rebellious murmuring against the appointments of His providence; the faithless preference of worldly gain to the enjoyment of His favour—all that He has to bear from us. 

It is not merely or mainly by His work in the world that the prophet recognizes the humility of God It is by His condescending to come into the lives of men. Here is the marvel of marvels, that the little soul of man can receive into itself the infinite God.

JAMES HASTINGS

The Great Texts of the Bible 

~Isaiah

Cultivating Quiet Before God Devotional '20 "If we would know the joy of God, hold our souls, wills, hearts, & minds still before Him."

 

    

My soul, wait silently for God alone,

For my hope is from Him.

Psalm 62:5

 

Come, my people, enter into your rooms,

And shut your doors behind you;

Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment…

Isaiah 26:20

 

“But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.”

Matthew 6:6

 

 

Lord, You promised to be found in the secret place,

Alone, yet not alone, enclosed with You.

Away from the turmoil and clamor,

Where I may lay out all my grief and heartaches.

 

chorus:

You are the unseen God who sees,

The great I AM who grants healing.

You are the God touched by my sorrows,

My great High Priest, who is merciful and mighty.

 

 

I will shut my door to the world’s voices,

And open the door to welcome You in—

My ears waiting to hear Words of hope and life,

That lift my downcast soul to one who rejoices.

 

br:

My longing soul cries out to You

For Your pierced hands will bind my wounds.

 

 

Only You and You only, can make my woeful heart sing,

Forgiver, healer, and lover of my anxious soul—

I’ll draw near to You, Comfort of the broken-hearted,

Incarnate Love, who gives gladness for mourning. 

C.A. TAYLOR

My Longing Soul

 

 

That silence is first a silence of the will. The plain meaning of this phrase is resignation; and resignation is just a silent will. Before the throne of the Great King, His servants are to stand like those long rows of attendants we see on the walls of Eastern temples, silent, with folded arms, straining their ears to hear, and bracing their muscles to execute his whispered commands, or even his gesture and his glance. A man’s will should be an echo, not a voice; the echo of God, not the voice of self. It should be silent, as some sweet instrument is silent till the owner’s hand touches the keys. Like the boy-prophet in the hush of the sanctuary, below the quivering light of the dying lamps, we should wait till the awful voice calls, and then answer, ‘Speak, Lord! for Thy servant heareth.’ Do not let the loud utterances of your own wills anticipate, nor drown, the still, small voice in which God speaks. Bridle impatience till He does. If you cannot hear His whisper, wait till you do. Take care of running before you are sent. Keep your wills in equipoise till God’s hand gives the impulse and direction.

         Such a silent will is a strong will. It is no feeble passiveness, no dead indifference, no impossible abnegation that God requires, when He requires us to put our wills in accord with His. They are not slain, but vivified, by such surrender; and the true secret of strength lies in submission. The secret of blessedness is there, too, for our sorrows come because there is discord between our circumstances and our wills, and the measure in which these are in harmony with God is the measure in which we shall feel that all things are blessings to be received with thanksgiving. But if we will take our own way, and let our own wills speak before God speaks, or otherwise than God speaks, nothing can come of that but what always has come of it—blunders, sins, misery, and manifold ruin.

We must keep our hearts silent too. The sweet voices of pleading affections, the loud cry of desires and instincts that roar for their food like beasts of prey, the querulous complaints of disappointed hopes, the groans and sobs of black-robed sorrows, the loud hubbub and Babel, like the noise of a great city, that every man carries within, must be stifled and coerced into silence. We have to take the animal in us by the throat, and sternly say, ‘Lie down there and be quiet.’ We have to stop our ears to the noises around, however sweet the songs, and to close many an avenue through which the world’s music might steal in. He cannot say, ‘My soul is silent unto God,’ whose whole being is buzzing with vanities and noisy with the din of the marketplace. Unless we have something, at least, of that great stillness, our hearts will have no peace, and our religion no reality.

            As the flowers follow the sun, and silently hold up their petals to be tinted and enlarged by his shining, so must we, if we would know the joy of God, hold our souls, wills, hearts, and minds still before Him, whose voice commands, whose love warms, whose truth makes fair, our whole being. God speaks for the most part in such silence only. If the soul be full of tumult and jangling noises, His voice is little likely to be heard. It is the calm lake which mirrors the sun, the least cat’s-paw wrinkling the surface wipes out all the reflected glories of the heavens. If we would mirror God our souls must be calm. If we would hear God our souls must be silenced.

         The silence of the soul before God is no mere passiveness. It requires the intensest energy of all our being to keep all our being still and waiting upon Him. So put all your strength into the task, and be sure that your soul is never so intensely alive as when in deepest abnegation it waits hushed before God.

 

ALEXANDER MACLAREN

Expositions of Holy Scripture

SILENCE TO GOD ~Psalm 62