Come to the Quiet

Since being called to serve First Baptist Church of Barnwell, SC, life has been a whirlwind.  There have been so many things in Barnwell that needed attention — housing, setting up new office space, learning new names and faces, building new relationships, adjusting to the peculiar needs of a new congregation which I’m only beginning to know, etc.  At the same time, I want to finish well here in Clarion.  I want to serve faithfully until that very moment when my Commander in Chief relieves me of my post.  So I have my normal pastoral duties, in addition to the packing, preparing the house for sale, saying good-bye to so many who mean so much, etc. 

I thought I was handling this all very well, taking it all in stride, until I realized something this morning.  As I walked the three blocks from my house to my office, I had one of those moments when I seemed to stand outside myself and analyze me as though I were someone else.  This was all prompted by a strong, even overpowering, urgency to get to my office. 

Now, it is not unusual for me to hit the ground running.  In fact, that’s normal.  But this was different.  Normally, my excitement is driven by having already rehearesed in my mind the thousand things I need to do, and I want to get to it.  But today was just the opposite.  Today’s eagerness to get to the office was a strong desire for quietude.  It was the lure of sanctuary.

Specifically, I could hardly wait to have my devotions, my quiet time with the Lord.  Time to study His word, time to meditate, time to talk to Him about those things which were deep in my soul, time to open myself up to the gentle responses of His Spirit. 

I needed (apparently, I needed desparately) what we call in my family, “Daddy time.”  That’s when my children settle in and spend intentional time with me and I with them.  The little ones might cuddle up beside me, or even in my lap where they might be visited by the “palm snatchers.”  The older ones might talk, or even just watch a movie together. 

As a father, it’s very important time to me.  I guess I just hadn’t thought about how important it was to me as a child, how meaningful it is to have “Daddy time” with my Father.  But I realized it this morning.  When the world is chaotic, how sweet that the Spirit of God broods over the face of the waters and brings order to the cosmos.

One of my favorite musicians is John Michael Talbot.  He has a peculiar gift for setting Scripture to music.  This morning, the song that God put in me was Talbot’s rendition of Psalm 131.  It is called, “Come to the Quiet.”

Lord, my heart is not proud,
Nor are my eyes fixed on things beyond me.
In the quiet, I have stilled my soul,
Like a child at rest on its mother’s knee.
I have stilled my soul within me.

So Israel, come and hope in your LORD.
Do not set your eyes on things far beyond you.
Just come to the quiet,
Come and still your soul
Like a child at rest on its Daddy’s knee,
Come and still your soul completely.

Father, thank You for being to me not just my Creator, not just the Preserver and Protector of my soul, but my Abba, my Papa, in whose bosom I can nestle and let go of all else.  May I touch others today with your amazing peace.

gkr1996 posted at 2010-8-2 Category: Personal, Theological