Job 4:16 It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
score of years ago, a friend placed in my hand a book called True
It was an old medieval message, and it had but one thought-that
God was waiting in the depths of my being to talk to me if I would only
get still enough to hear His voice.
I thought this
would be a very easy matter, and so began to get still.
But I had no
sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my ears, a
thousand clamoring notes from without and within, until I could hear
nothing but their noise and din.
Some were my own
voices, my own questions, some my very prayers.
Others were suggestions
of the tempter and the voices from the world's turmoil.
every direction I was pulled and pushed and greeted with noisy
acclamations and unspeakable unrest.
It seemed necessary for me to
listen to some of them and to answer some of them; but God said, "Be
still, and know that I am God."
Then came the conflict of thoughts for
tomorrow, and its duties and cares; but God said, "Be still."
as I listened, and slowly learned to obey, and shut my ears to every
sound, I found after a while that when the other voices ceased, or I
ceased to hear them, there was a still small voice in the depths of my
being that began to speak with an inexpressible tenderness, power and
As I listened, it became to me the voice of
prayer, the voice of wisdom, the voice of duty, and I did not need to
think so hard, or pray so hard, or trust so hard;
But that "still small
voice" of the Holy Spirit in my heart was God's prayer in my secret
soul, was God's answer to all my questions, was God's life and strength
for soul and body, and became the substance of all knowledge, and all
prayer and all blessing: for it was the living GOD Himself as my life,
It is thus that our spirit drinks in the life
of our risen Lord, and we go forth to life's conflicts and duties like a
flower that has drunk in, through the shades of night, the cool and
crystal drops of dew.
~A. B. Simpson~