"It is only when we have learned to 'stand still' that we are able to effectually 'go forward.' "
Be Still and Know "Be still, and know that I am God"— Not that the trials will cease, Not that the crooked will be straight, Or chaos turn to peace; Not these. It may, or may not, be Within His blessed will To change the circumstances; but, heart, "Be still," He says, "Be still." Be still and know that He is God. For pathways steep and rough, Not what He brings, but what He is Will always be enough. — Helen Frazee-Bower "What Matters?" It matters not if I've been hurt; It matters not at all That sometimes from my weary eyes The scalding teardrops fall. What matters most— is if I've erred And not confessed the sin And through my lack some needy soul Has failed to follow Him. It matters not if cherished friends; On whom I leaned in vain Have wounded me by word and deed And left me with my pain. What matters is— can I forgive Again, and yet again? It's not, "Have they been true?" but, "Lord Have I been true to them?" 'Twill matter not when evening comes; How rough the road I've trod, If only 1 have walked with Him And led some soul to God!
"C R IT IC ISM — Constructive or Caustic?
Have you ever met anyone who was always caustically critical? One day after John Wesley had closed his sermon, a woman came up to him to complain about the length of the strings on his bow tie . . . so familiar in those days. She had heard nothing of his sermon; of his tie she commented that it was en tirely too long and was an evidence of worldliness to her. There was a pair of scissors underneath the Bible in the hold of the lectern, and see ing them, Wesley gave them to her and said, “Now trim off the ends to suit yourself.” As she trimmed off the ends she sighed the comment — “Now that’s much better.” Wesley smiled and r e p l i e d , “Would you mind letting me have the scissors and sticking out your tongue for me—it appears to be en tirely too long. I would like to cut it down to proper size.” Whether Mr. Wesley was right or wrong, I am afraid the Lord needs to do a little trimming on most of our tongues from time to time. Let our words today be words, not of criticism, but of kindness, accept able in the sight of the Lard.
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"The Lord's presence is never so sweet as in moments of appalling diffi culty."
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