[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-1124":3},"NOVEMBER 24\r\nBe still, and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10).\r\nIs there any note of music in all the chorus as mighty as the\r\nemphatic 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\r\ntempest 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?\r\nThere is for the heart that will cease from itself, \"the peace of\r\nGod that passeth all understanding,\" a \"quietness and confidence\" which is the source of all strength, a sweet peace \" 1 which\r\nnothing can offend,\" a deep rest which the world can neither give\r\nnor 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 voice.\r\nThere is in the swiftest wheel that revolves upon its axis a place in the very center, where there is no movement at all; and so in\r\nthe busiest life there may be a place where we dwell alone with\r\nGod, In eternal stillness. There is only one way to know God. \"Be\r\nstill, and know.\" \"God is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him.\" --Selected.\r\n\"All-loving Father, sometimes we have walked under starless skies\r\nthat dripped darkness like drenching rain. We despaired of\r\nstarshine or moonlight or sunrise. The sullen blackness gloomed above us as if it would last forever. And out of the dark there\r\nspoke no soothing voice to mend our broken hearts. We would gladly\r\nhave welcomed some wild thunder peal to break the torturing stillness of that over-brooding night.\r\n\"But Thy winsome whisper of eternal love spoke more sweetly to our bruised and bleeding souls than any winds that breathe across\r\nAeolian harps. It was Thy 'still small voice' that spoke to us. We\r\nwere listening and we heard. We looked and saw Thy face radiant with the fight of love. And when we heard Thy voice and saw Thy  face, new fife came back to us as fife comes back to withered\r\nblooms that drink the summer rain.\"",1783499794060]