In my youth I recall nutting with friends. Away from the bustle of the town, the silence of the copse was refreshing. The gentle sough of the breeze in the chestnut trees, the swish of youthful feet shuffling through a carpet of dead leaves, the occasional plop of falling nuts, gay subdued chatter - all served to make the quietness more telling. The noise and bustle of busy streets was forgotton for a time. We were here with nature - and nature's God.
Why do mens work create so much din, while the processes of nature move so softly! Dawn breaks without a sound: night falls softly as a feather. Even the sounds that fill natures quietness are soothinglg harmonious.
The silence of nature is healthful.
God's Tabernacle in the Wilderness comprised four layers of heavy curtains over a wooden frame. Here were linen, goats-hair, raam's skins, badger-skins - thick drapery that effectually deadened extraneous noise. The Sanctuary was a place of holy quietness; the sights, sounds and smells of a busy camp were all shut out. The Priests barefoot on a soft carpet of turf, moved with quiet reverence from candlestick to table, from table to altar, doing the service of the sanctuary with tranquil confidence, in the midst of the camp, yet apart from it.
The silence of the sanctury is holy.
WE too may enter 'within the veil' to offer as spiritual priests our sacrifices of thanksgiving and praise. In worship we too, may find that place where all is peace, for all is God.
Not a surge of worry
Not a shade of care
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee; because he trusteth in thee. Isa 26:3
The word 'mind' here means imagination, that mental activity that creates images. A morbid imagination can fill the mind with a thousand terrors, but an imagination activated by faith can mirror the victory of God and stay a thousand fears. Trust in the LOrd Jehovah brings the strength of the ages within our grasp. Fortified in God we rest; serene in hope, we magnify the Lord Our hearts are silenced, our troubled spirits calmed; all is quiet within.
The silence of the heart is heaven begun
He speaks and by his word is given
His peace a rich fortase of heaven
Not as the world He peace doth give
'Tis through this hope my soul shall live.
Amen Amen
Why do mens work create so much din, while the processes of nature move so softly! Dawn breaks without a sound: night falls softly as a feather. Even the sounds that fill natures quietness are soothinglg harmonious.
The silence of nature is healthful.
God's Tabernacle in the Wilderness comprised four layers of heavy curtains over a wooden frame. Here were linen, goats-hair, raam's skins, badger-skins - thick drapery that effectually deadened extraneous noise. The Sanctuary was a place of holy quietness; the sights, sounds and smells of a busy camp were all shut out. The Priests barefoot on a soft carpet of turf, moved with quiet reverence from candlestick to table, from table to altar, doing the service of the sanctuary with tranquil confidence, in the midst of the camp, yet apart from it.
The silence of the sanctury is holy.
WE too may enter 'within the veil' to offer as spiritual priests our sacrifices of thanksgiving and praise. In worship we too, may find that place where all is peace, for all is God.
Not a surge of worry
Not a shade of care
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee; because he trusteth in thee. Isa 26:3
The word 'mind' here means imagination, that mental activity that creates images. A morbid imagination can fill the mind with a thousand terrors, but an imagination activated by faith can mirror the victory of God and stay a thousand fears. Trust in the LOrd Jehovah brings the strength of the ages within our grasp. Fortified in God we rest; serene in hope, we magnify the Lord Our hearts are silenced, our troubled spirits calmed; all is quiet within.
The silence of the heart is heaven begun
He speaks and by his word is given
His peace a rich fortase of heaven
Not as the world He peace doth give
'Tis through this hope my soul shall live.
Amen Amen
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