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Edited By Heymen Wreford
By the Editor
AMID all the horrors and confusions of these days, there is a terrible danger for the Christian to be more occupied with his newspaper than with his Bible — to be hurried along by the trend of events from battlefield to battlefield, and so lose to a certain extent the peace of green pastures and still water’s. Our streets are full of soldiers, the air is full of the martial beat of armed men. The shadow that rests upon the world falls in greater or less measure on all our hearts. How many have voiced the aspiration of the Psalmist, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away and be at rest.”
Yes, we long often to escape the “windy storm and the tempest” that the Psalmist speaks of, for “he has seen,” he says, “violence and strife in the city.” Oh that the sweet wings of the bird (emblem of peace) could bear us away to rest! But the Psalmist deals with present circumstances in Psalms 57:1. He says, “My soul trusteth in Thee; yea, in the shadow of Thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.” So here we have a sure resting-place in God amid all the troubles and tribulations of the world. The rest of God, underneath the shadow of God. May we know it more and more.
I sat by the bedside of a dear saint of God, over ninety, yesterday. She is waiting for the home call, for the dawning of the morning without clouds. She has been a Christian for more than sixty years, and she tells me she has never had a doubt as to her salvation all that time. She is under the shadow of everlasting wings, and her soul trusts in the living God.