June 8, 2020
My dear friends,
I am thankful for you! Most of you I have met. Many of you I consider some of my closest friends on this life-long journey. We are passing through a strange season in history. I want to remind us simply to keep trusting the Lord! We are subject to panic and the strong urge to do something. But before we do anything, let us affirm the simple truth: “I trust in my heavenly Father.”
To prompt us to some healthy trust, I want to quote some Puritan writers:
“When thou wouldst guide me
I control myself.
When thou wouldst be sovereign
I rule myself.
When thou wouldst take care of me
I suffice myself.
When I should depend on thy providings
I supply myself.
When I should submit to thy providence
I follow my will.
When I should study, honor, trust thee
I serve myself.
I fault and correct thy laws
To suit myself.
Instead of thee I look to
Man’s approbation and am by nature an idolater.
Lord, it is my chief design
To bring my heart back to thee.”
NIV Psalm 46:1-3
For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to alamoth. A song. God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. 2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, 3 though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. (Ps. 46:1 NIV)
NIV Psalm 46:10-11
He says, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." 11 The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
I am eager to chat with you tomorrow, but until then take some time to meditate on Psalm 46. Then practice its message by running to God, being still and quiet before Him!
Be Still my Soul written by Katharina A. von Schlegel, pub.1752
translated. by Jane L. Borthwick, pub.1855
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav’nly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hast’ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well-pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.