In checking on the story, the news paper discovered something alarm ing. At peak busy times over the weekend, there are so many calls flooding the police switchboard that the recorded devise has to be used. Too many, at one time, are all ask ing for help. There’s nothing else can be done. Rather a frightening situation, isn’t it? While police pro tection may not be available at a moment’s notice, God’s supply of help is always there the second we lift up our eyes and look unto Him. Think of the power at His disposal! As we consider God’s creative pow er, the stars and planets, remember this important fact: the Lord would rather see them destroyed than that one thing should happen to you apart from His own divine and perfect will. In verse three of Psalm 121, we read, “He will not suffer thy foot to be moved. He that keepeth thee will not slumber.” The idea of not allow ing our feet to slip was important for the itinerant Jew, on his way up the steep precipices of the hills sur rounding Jerusalem. Those Palestini an mountains were treacherous and somewhat rugged like the cliffs of the Grand Canyon. We read in the 37th Psalm, “Though he fall [stum ble] , he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with His hand.” Slipping symbolizes the misfortunes of life, physical moral and spiritual. Next, we are told that the Lord will not slumber. God never gets drowsy as do many on a warm Sun day in church. How good the Lord is to give us families! Our three children are such a delight to us. When our teenage daughters were smaller, they never liked the dark. I suppose I had the same problem. Sharon had twin beds and was al ways glad when her younger broth er could sleep in her room. While her brother is four years younger, Sharon still was glad to have him. When asked why, she honestly re plied, “Well, daddy, I know in case
I need help there’s nothing he could do, yet it’s just nice to know that maybe he’ll be awake while I’m asleep. It’s nice to go to sleep, think ing that maybe someone in the house is still awake.” This reasoning was not strange for a youngster and it gave me the opportunity to tell her again about our wonderful Lord who
REST I w o u ld not a sk T h e e w h y M y p ath sh o u ld be T h ro u g h stra n g e an d sto n y w ays— T h o u leadest m e! I w o u ld not a sk T h e e how L o s s w o rke th gain, K n o w in g that som e d a y soon — A ll shall be plain. M y h eart w o u ld n e ve r d o u b t T h y love a n d care, H o w e ve r h e a vy seem s T h e cro ss I bear.
N o r w o u ld I, Father, a sk M y lot to choose. Lest, se e k in g se lfish ease, T h y best I lose. G iv e r o f eve ry gift, T h y ch o ice Is best, A ll-w ise Eternal Love— In T h e e I rest. Y ie ld in g to T h y w ise hand, Safe In T h y w ill; N o t a sk in g w h y o r how — Let m e be still. L o o k in g o n th in g s unseen, B y fa ith I see G lo ry e x ce e d in g great W o rk e th fo r me.
— G ra ce E. T ro y
never slumbers or sleeps. During the terrible blitz attacks on London by the Germans during World War II, a Christian woman al ways seemed calm and rested, no matter how great the intensity of the blombing raids of the night before. When asked how it was that she seemed so relaxed and refreshed, she
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