God's servants must be taught the value of the hidden life.
The man who is to take a high place before his fellows - must take a low place before his God.
We must not be surprised if sometimes our Father says: "There, child, you have had enough of this hurry, and publicity, and excitement; get hence, and hide yourself by the brook...
Hide yourself . . .in the Cherith of the
sick chamber, or in the Cherith of bereavement, or in some solitude from which the crowds have
ebbed away.
Happy is he who can reply, "This Your will is also mine; I flee
unto You to hide me."
Hide me in the secret of Your tabernacle,
and beneath the covert of Your wings!
Every saintly soul who would wield great power with men, must win it in some hidden Cherith.
Every saintly soul who would wield great power with men, must win it in some hidden Cherith.
The acquisition of
spiritual power is impossible, unless we can hide ourselves from
men and from ourselves, in some deep gorge where we may absorb
the power of the eternal God...
As vegetation through long ages absorbed these qualities of sunshine, which it now gives back through burning coal.
Passing back to the blessed age from which we date the centuries:
As vegetation through long ages absorbed these qualities of sunshine, which it now gives back through burning coal.
Passing back to the blessed age from which we date the centuries:
Patmos; the seclusion of the Roman prisons; the
Arabian desert; the hills and valleys of Palestine...are forever
memorable as the holy Cheriths of the new testament
disciples.
Our Lord found His Cheriths at Nazareth; in the wilderness of Judea; amid the olive groves of Bethany; and the solitude of Gadara.
None of us, therefore, can dispense with some Cherith, where the sounds of human voices are exchanged for the waters of quietness, which are fed from the throne of God...
Our Lord found His Cheriths at Nazareth; in the wilderness of Judea; amid the olive groves of Bethany; and the solitude of Gadara.
None of us, therefore, can dispense with some Cherith, where the sounds of human voices are exchanged for the waters of quietness, which are fed from the throne of God...
And where we
may taste the sweets and imbibe the power of a life hidden
with Christ.
~F. B. Meyer~
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