[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0613":3},"JUNE 13\r\nMy own peace I give to you (John 14.27, Weymouth).\r\nTwo painters each painted a picture to illustrate his conception of rest. The first chose for his scene a still, lone lake among the\r\nfar-off mountains.\r\nThe second threw on his canvas a thundering waterfall, with a fragile birch tree bending over the foam; and at the fork of the  branch, almost wet with the cataract' spray, sat a robin on its   nest.\r\nThe first was only stagnation; the last was rest.\r\nChris' life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that ever\r\nlived: tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time until the worn body was laid in the grave. But\r\nthe inner life was a sea of glass. The great calm was always there.\r\nAt any moment you might have gone to Him and found rest And even when the human bloodhounds were dogging Him in the streets of\r\nJerusalem, He turned to His disciples and offered them, as a last legacy, \"My peace.\"\r\nRest is not a hallowed feeling that comes over us in church; it is the repose of a heart set deep in God. --Drummond.\r\nMy peace I give in times of deepest grief, Imparting calm and trust and My relief.\r\nMy peace I give when prayer seems lost, unheard; Know that My promises are ever in My Word.\r\nMy peace I give when thou art left alone-\r\nThe nightingale at night has sweetest tone.\r\nMy peace I give in time of utter loss,\r\nThe way of glory leads right to the cross.\r\nMy peace I give when enemies will blame, Thy fellowship is sweet through cruel shame.\r\nMy peace I give in agony and sweat,\r\nFor mine own brow with bloody drops was wet.\r\n\r\nMy peace I give when nearest friend betrays\r\nPeace that is merged in love, and for them prays.\r\nMy peace I give when there's but death for thee\r\nThe gateway is the cross to get to Me. --L. S. P.",1783499793114]