February 22
Companions of the Way (Morning)The Lord is my high tower.
MOST pure is the happiness which may be ours if only we will; a bliss without a shade of sorrow. There are no thorns now in the hidden life of Christ; no chill, no blemish in its gladness. All things, even the best, below God, have a canker somewhere, and the taint of a fallen world is on them. Not so the life which is with Christ in God. It is as peaceful as it is pure; high above the reach of all perturbations. They that live in Him have their dwelling in God; they look out of Him as out of an everlasting shelter, and look down on the wide weltering sea of this world’s troubled life. Let us pray of Him to draw us within the veil; to make us forgotten among men; to gather up all our life into Himself: that “when Christ, who is our life, shall appear,” we may “appear with Him in glory.”
THE PLACE OF PEACE