But we are deceived by mass, and we are forgetful of spirit. Mere size affrights us. We are dismayed by numbers. We forget the quiet, pervasive, all-powerful ministry of the Spirit of God. We are overwhelmed by the phenomena of tempest and earthquake and fire, and we forget that almightiness hides in the “still, small voice,” in “the sound of a gentle stillness.” God’s breath is more than the fierce threatenings of embattled hosts. “If God be for us, who can be against us?” I will hide myself in His holy fellowship, and “none shall make me afraid.”
NOVEMBER The Eighteenth
EXHILARANT SPIRITS
“He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet.”
—Psalm xviii. 31-39.
THINK of Wordsworth’s lines, in which he describes a natural lady, made by Nature herself:
“She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs.”
And it is this buoyancy, this elasticity, this springiness that the Lord is waiting to impart to the souls of His children, so that they may move along the ways of life with the light steps of the fawn.