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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

 
"I will abide in Thy tabernacle for ever;
I will trust in the covert of Thy wings."
Psalm 61:4
 
When I was growing up, we went to a camp meeting that was nestled in Kansas City.  It was hidden away, a pocket of country acres with fields for games, cabins for bunking, woods full of poison ivy and a little stream running through it.  A huge bell was rung to call us to the dining hall or to the tabernacle where in the sweltering heat giant ceiling fans wafted for there was no luxury of air conditioning.  No one dared to go into its sanctuary without a Bible and a fan in hand, cardboard on a stick or a fancier folded up version to be unfurled.  Children quickly learned to fold song sheets to do the trick. Afterwards, an ice cold Orange Crush might be bought at the snack shack, a treat to finish cooling us down.  The bell, the fans, the animated preachers stripped of their jackets but still in their long sleeved white shirts with sweat stains under their arms are indelibly marked in my memory.  If I could, I would take you back to that tabernacle to hide in the covert of His wings.  A covert is a hidden, protected shelter.  Prayer can take us there. 
 
"Each wish to pray is a breath from heaven, to strengthen and refresh us...
draws us to Him and His gracious look upon us."
Edward Pusey
 
"I cannot help the thought  which steadily grows upon me,
that the better part of prayer is not the asking,
but the kneeling where we can ask,
the resting there,
the staying there,
drawing out the willing moments
in heavenly communion with God...
Just to be there, at leisure from our selves,
at leisure from the world,
with our souls at liberty,
with our spirit feeling kinship to the Divine Spirit...
Would it be possible that one could be thus with God,
listening to Him, speaking to Him, reposing upon His love,
and not come out with a shining face, a gladdened heart,
an intent more constant and more strong to give the waiting world
which so sadly needs it
what has been taken from the heart of God."
Alexander McKenzie
 
I think of Jesus looking over Jerusalem sadly saying,
"How often I wanted to gather your children together,
the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings,
and you were unwilling."
Matthew 32:37 
 
God can work with anything but an unwilling spirit.
How can we refuse His offer of a hidden, protected shelter?
Because we refuse to rest or to "trust in the covert of (His) wings."  
 
 
 
 

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