[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0411":3},"APRIL 11\r\nWhat I tell you In the darkness, speak ye in the light (Matt. 10:27).\r\nOur Lord Is constantly taking us into the dark, that He may tell us things. Into the dark of the shadowed home, where\r\nbereavement has drawn the blinds; into the dark of the lonely, desolate life, where = infirmity doses us in from the fight and\r\nstir of life; into the dark or some crushing sorrow and disappointment\r\nThen He tells us His secrets, great and wonderful, eternal and\r\nInfinite; He causes the eye which has become dazzled by the glare of the earth to behold the heavenly constellations; and the ear to\r\ndetect the undertones of His voice, which is often drowned amid the tumult of earth's strident cries.\r\nBut such revelations always imply a corresponding responsibility- \"that speak ye in the fight-that proclaim upon the housetops.\"\r\nWe are not meant to always finger in the dark, or stay in the\r\ncloset presently we shall be summoned to take our place in the rush   and storm of fife; and when that moment comes, we are to speak and proclaim what we have learned.\r\nThis gives new meaning to suffering, the saddest element in which Is often its apparent aimlessness. \"How useless I am!\"\r\n\"What am I doing for the betterment of men?\" \"Wherefore this waste of the precious spikenard of my soul?\"\r\nSuch are the desperate laments of the sufferer. But God has a purpose in it all. He has withdrawn His child to the higher\r\naltitudes of fellowship, that he may hear God speaking face to  face, and bear the message to his fellows at the mountain foot\r\nWere the forty days wasted that Moses spent on the Mount or the\r\n\r\nperiod spent at Horeb by Elijah, or the years spent in Arabia by Paul?\r\nThere is no short cut to the fife of faith, which is the all-vital\r\ncondition of a holy and victorious life. We must have periods of    lonely meditation and fellowship with God. That our souls should have their mountains of fellowship, their valley of quiet rest\r\nbeneath the shadow of the great rock, their nights beneath the\r\nstars, when darkness has veiled the material and silenced the stir of human fife, and has opened the view of the infinite and eternal, is as indispensable as that our bodies should have food.\r\nThus alone can the sense of God's presence become the fixed possession of the soul, enabling it to say repeatedly, with the    Psalmist \"Thou art near, 0 God.\" --F. B. Meyer.\r\nSome hearts, like evening primroses, open more beautifully in the shadows of life.",1783499792051]