Psalm 46:10 Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
there any note of music in all the chorus as mighty as the emphatic
pause? Is there any word in all the Psalter more eloquent than that one
word, Selah (Pause)?
Is there anything more thrilling and awful than the
hush that comes before the bursting of the tempest and the strange
quiet that seems to fall upon all nature before some preternatural
phenomenon or convulsion?
Is there anything that can touch our hearts as
the power of stillness?
There is for the heart that
will cease from itself, "the peace of God that passeth all
understanding," a "quietness and confidence" which is the source of all
strength, a sweet peace "which nothing can offend," a deep rest which
the world can neither give nor take away.
There is in the deepest center
of the soul a chamber of peace where God dwells, and where, if we will
only enter in and hush every other sound, we can hear His still, small
There is in the swiftest wheel that revolves
upon its axis a place in the very center, where there is no movement at
And so in the busiest life there may be a place where we dwell
alone with God, in eternal stillness, There is only one way to know God.
"Be still, and know."
God is in his holy temple; let all the earth
keep silence before him.
Father, sometimes we have walked under starless skies that dripped
darkness like drenching rain.
We despaired of starshine or moonlight or
sunrise. The sullen blackness gloomed above us as if it would last
And out of the dark there spoke no soothing voice to mend our
We would gladly have welcomed some wild thunder peal to
break the torturing stillness of that over-brooding night.
Thy winsome whisper of eternal love spoke more sweetly to our bruised
and bleeding souls than any winds that breathe across Aeolian harps.
was Thy 'still small voice' that spoke to us.
We were listening and we
We looked and saw Thy face radiant with the light of love.
when we heard Thy voice and saw Thy face, new life came back to us as
life comes back to withered blooms that drink the summer rain.