Dear Ones,
The Temple was built in silence.
No hammers | No chisels | No iron tools were heard.
It rose like an "exhalation," says one commentary.
"No hammer fell, no ponderous axes rung.
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung." Reginald Heber
The fabric rose in silence in the Old Testament. I Kings 6:7.
The fabric tugged in silence in the New. Mark 5:27.
We are to live out our lives in quietness and in confidence. Isaiah 30:15.
Thy Kingdom Come.
"Not with observation," says Barnes.
But that still small Voice.
The One we hear behind us, saying, this is the way. Walk in it.
And the commentary speaks to me: "Don't mistake notoriety for spiritual progress." The Kingdom went unnoticed by the Caesars, the philosophers of the day. It grew silently like a baby in the womb, unheard, unnoticed, unknown. But this Kingdom. Changes people radically, slowly, publicly, in degrees. This new humanity was not so sudden.
The Temple was built in silence.
No hammers | No chisels | No iron tools were heard.
It rose like an "exhalation," says one commentary.
"No hammer fell, no ponderous axes rung.
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung." Reginald Heber
The fabric rose in silence in the Old Testament. I Kings 6:7.
The fabric tugged in silence in the New. Mark 5:27.
We are to live out our lives in quietness and in confidence. Isaiah 30:15.
Thy Kingdom Come.
"Not with observation," says Barnes.
But that still small Voice.
The One we hear behind us, saying, this is the way. Walk in it.
And the commentary speaks to me: "Don't mistake notoriety for spiritual progress." The Kingdom went unnoticed by the Caesars, the philosophers of the day. It grew silently like a baby in the womb, unheard, unnoticed, unknown. But this Kingdom. Changes people radically, slowly, publicly, in degrees. This new humanity was not so sudden.
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