He leadeth me beside the waters of quietness (Ps. 23:2)
Is it worth while, this wild ceaseless chase by which so many are affected? Does it pay? And, after all, why this exciting pace which has all too truly become a part of our national program?
Must the sons of men be forever driven like so many beasts of prey? Is there no escape from the feverish haste which persists in manifesting itself in all the walks of life?
It is possible for a Christian to make his active life restful. He may carry the atmosphere of the closet into the street. The Shepherd promises to lead him beside still waters; and those are the deepest waters.
This feverish hurried life which too many of us lead is not in God’s economy, depend upon it. If we live in this way it is because we push on before the Shepherd instead of letting Him lead us beside still waters.
If we were more docile, we should be more restful.
Only when the soul is brimful of the life of faith does it work in rrest. Not until we shall have let our life drop back behind God, to follow at the rate which He prescribes shall we learn what the words mean,
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee.”
Our little restless earth, and our little breathless lives will take on dignity and deeper worth if we catch step with the rythmic movement of the quiet stars.
Most strong men know times of silence. Abraham, alone with God, made the father of a Nation; Moses, in the quietness and stillness of the desert, received God’s message aat the burning bush. The most of their training was in the school of silence.
It takes time to be spiritual; it doesn’t just happen.
In the deep jungles of Africa, a traveler was making a long trek. Coolies had been engaged from a tribe to carry the loads. The first day they marched rapidly and went far. The traveler had high hopes of a speedy journey. But the second morning these jungle tribesmen sat and rested. On inquiry as to the reason for this strange behavior, the traveler was informed that that they had gone too fast the first day, and that they were waiting for their souls to catch up with their bodies.
This whirling, rushing life which so many of us live does for us what that first march did for those poor jungle tribesmen. The difference: they knew what they needed to restore life’s balance; too often we do not.
“Jesus call us o’er the tumult of our life’s wild restless sea.”
(from Springs in the Valley by Mrs. Charles Cowman; written in 1939)