HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“ It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,” (Job 4:16).
Some 45 years ago, a brother placed in my hand a book called True Peace. It was an old mediaeval message, and it had but one thought–that God was waiting in the depths of my being to talk to me if I would only get still enough to hear His voice.
I thought this would be a very easy matter, and so began to get still. But I had no sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my ears, a thousand clamouring notes from without and within until I could hear nothing but their noise and din. In the 1980s was that time of great uncertainty.
Some were my own voices, my own questions, some my very prayers. Others were suggestions of the tempter and the voices from the world’s turmoil.
In every direction, I was pulled and pushed and greeted with noisy acclamations and unspeakable unrest. It seemed necessary for me to listen to some of them and to answer some of them, but God’s message was very clear and distinct, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Then came the conflict of thoughts for tomorrow, and its duties and cares; but God’s message was still, “Be still” and it is the very same message today and will be tomorrow.
And as I listened, and slowly learned to obey, and shut my ears to every sound, I found after a while that when the other voices ceased, or I ceased to hear them, there was a still small voice in the depths of my being that began to speak with inexpressible tenderness, power and comfort.
It took me many years to understand what was taking place in my life. I thought I had the answer and dealt with it alone. As I listened, it became to be the voice of prayer, the voice of wisdom, the voice of duty, and I did not need to think so hard, or pray so hard, or trust so hard; but that “still small voice” of the Holy Spirit in my heart was God’s prayer in my secret soul, was God’s answer to all my questions, was God’s life and strength for soul and body, and became the substance of all knowledge, and all prayer and all blessing: for it was the living GOD Himself as my life, my all.
It is thus that our spirit drinks in the life of our risen Lord, and we go forth to life’s conflicts and duties like a flower that has drunk in, through the shades of night, the cool and crystal drops of dew. But as dew never falls on a stormy night, so the dews of His grace never come to the restless soul.
So my prayer today is that every brother and sister can be in a secret place where the world is locked out and that still small voice can be heard. You may be struggling will many other voices as I did, but God in His infinite mercy took the helm and brought me safely ashore. You have the same pathway if you will only surrender to His will and direction. The still small voice is here with you. May Almighty God bless and direct our paths.