I don’t mind if read and reread about this speck of a world, the heavenly universe manifests the greatest interest in. Yet we come in contact with the busy activity of our cities, we mingle with the multitude in the crowded thoroughfares, we enter marts of trade and walk the streets; and through all, from morning till evening, the people act as if business, sport, and pleasure were all there is to life, —as if this world were all there is to occupy the mind. How few contemplate the unseen agencies!
All heaven is intensely interested in the human beings who are so full of activity, and yet have no thought for the unseen. . .Sometimes the heavenly intelligence’s draw aside the curtain that hides the unseen world, that our minds may be withdrawn from the hurry and rush, and consider that there are witnesses to all we do and say, when engaged in business, or when we think ourselves alone. . .
These heavenly beings are ministering angels, and they frequently disguise themselves in the form of human beings, and as strangers converse with those who are engaged in the work of God. In lonely places they have been the companions of the traveler in peril. In tempest-tossed ships they have spoken words to allay fear and inspire hope in the hour of danger. Many, under the different circumferences, have listened to the voices of the leaders of armies. They have eaten at the humble board of families, and often have they appeared as weary travelers in need of shelter for the night. . .
Heavenly angels are co-operating with us in every good work, and thus earth is connected with heaven.
When I copy words written before my time by a woman who got up to write the words her angel gave her, and I think of the old rocking chair where her angel sat, to share and answer her questions, it brings me much peace of mind. Who has know these thoughts before me? What words would I ask my angel? How can I not but help to wish for kind words, to be given to me? And my questions compel me to seek these answers, after being riveted to the open trial of another human being, the President of the United States of America.
The seriousness of the hour grips my heart with a holy fear of who I follow. I have been compared to one who prostitutes herself to her GOD and I see that as a compliment, but saying “I am a Christian” and acting like one is something much harder to achieve.
Daniel and his three Hebrew friends found themselves in chaos and confusion in Babylon. On the plains of Babylon the lament of the Jews were about hanging their harps on the trees by the river. They could not sing and dance with joy to celebrate their plight of being captives in a foreign land. And the angels wept with them, as they begin to realize they had brought this curse upon themselves. The wandering Jews, with their violins, celebrations, food and dancing like the fiddler on the roof continue to mount the evidence of souls wishing for the day God would take them away to a Tree of Life, a heaven, beyond the stars, to land of endless days.
My grief is knowing how many people are hurting because they see good and they see evil. And in the “old age” of being with seniors, eating with seniors, watching the dates with the doctors come more often, the calendar slips by day by month then year. And we have nothing to fear for the future, except we forget how God has led us in the past.
May you gain the wisdom of your peers and find peace of mind at last for just. . .today.