Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
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Silence here is unutterable desperation. The man who is declaring his determination, who is giving voice to his feelings, who can find words for his passion, who can give utterance to his intensity, is still dealing with surface conditions. There is passion too deep for utterance. The deepest depths are unmoved by surface currents. There is a silence that is meaningless. Silence from the very absence of thought or feeling or emotion. When feeling begins, there is usually an outcry; but when feeling gets deep, the outcry ceases. I have often marked this at the altar. You are at the end of things. You are through with arguments, through with appeals--simply gazing, with every power of the mind alert, with every avenue open. The eye is strained, the ear is open, the hand outstretched. I am in one mighty effort of discovery. I am looking for the unseen. I am open to visions of the infinite. I am stretching out my hand to feel the robes of divine personality. I hear Him say, "Be still, and know that I am God." From the depths of my soul I am gazing toward horizons. I am looking to the hills. My mind is open to the avenues of His revelation. I look at the environments about me, the universe in which I find myself. I am as one awakened in a great palace. I walk up and down the halls. I open the doors and enter the great rooms. I look upon the magnificent pictures upon the walls, and the fine sculptuary in the niches. I roam through the great library. There are couches here and there, and I sit down to rest. I begin to wonder where the owner is. I admire the skill, the thought back of it all. I lie down and rest, and wake and wonder. My curiosity is excited, and I press on. The rooms are cleanly swept and everything is freshly dusted. I will find Him soon. I press on into the parlor--a book lies open upon the desk; He can not be far away. I come to the dining-room; the table is freshly spread with viands. I sit down and eat. So in this world: there is plan everywhere; marks of His skill everywhere; footprints everywhere; prepared food; lighted fires; handiwork, care, and planning everywhere. The Ages I turn my eyes out along the ages. Surely God is in His temple. I am unable to catch up with Him in Nature, but surely I will find Him among men. Man is His masterpiece in creation-- man, the thinker, the reasoner, the seeker after the cause of things, the moral being with a sense of right and wrong; man with the ages for the platform of his activities; man working out his destiny. Surely, here I will find God. I have sought Him there. I have walked slowly through a hundred generations. Men have told me of Him. Men have told me that He had been among them; that He veiled Himself in flame; that He hid Himself in light; how He manifested Himself in flesh; that they beheld His glory; how He spoke in terrifying tones and in gentle whispers which soothed and blessed; how He had overturned empires and kingdoms, and brought things to pass. But Him I found not. I have cried out with Job, "O, that I knew him! " and with David, "As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God." Footsore, weary, and worn, I have sat down under the stars, with the shadows of the ages upon me, and closing my eyes, I have said: "O, where is He whom my soul desireth to know? May I not know Him in Agnosticism, the end, after all?" And I have heard clearly the voice, "Be still, and know that I am God." In Spiritual Realms
It began to come in upon me that God is Spirit, that He will be found in spiritual realms, that He is to be known in the Spirit; that it is vain for me to search for Him among the mountains, or to march through the centuries to find Him; that, if I found Him, if I came to know Him, it would be in the depths of my own Spirit. It was then that I heard these words of revelation, "Be still, and know that I am God." There is knowledge which does not come through the eye, or ear, or sense of touch; that does not come from sense or memory, or imagination, or conscience, or judgment. I do not say that it comes without them, or any one of them. But no one of them seems to be the real avenue of it. There seems to be a direct way to human consciousness--a way by which the Spirit-man comes to know spiritual personalities. How much sensuous and mental faculties may be avenues, it is difficult to tell. How much a super-sensuous and intellectual avenue is opened up to the human spirit, may be difficult to tell. But that into our consciousness comes knowledge of Spirit personality-- other than self--there seems no room for doubt. When the child Samuel heard again his name called, it was not the ear that caught and conveyed the sound. When Isaiah saw that vision and heard those words, there was something more and other than eyes and ears and sense of touch, which revealed it to his inner consciousness. The same was true when Moses stood on Sinai, or on Pisgah's brow, and saw the promised land; when John saw heavenly visions on the Isle of Patmos; and when Paul was lifted to the third heaven, and heard words that were unutterable. An Open Vision God has a way of manifesting Himself directly to the spirit of man. The pure in heart shall see God--not as a matter of the future; but the very condition of a pure heart is an open vision of Him. The knowledge of Him is as mysterious as the way of knowing Him; it is even more so. How those who have known Him have tried to tell it! They have only been able to say, "The mystery so long hid, has been made known unto me by the Spirit." The longing to know Him finds large expression. David cries out, "As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God." Paul said, "I count all things but loss, that I might know him." Augustine said, "The heart is restless till it rests in Thee." Charles Wesley said, "In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold." But when men come to tell what the knowledge itself is, they are silent. John says of that supreme manifestation of Him, "We saw his glory." Paul says, "I heard." There are some things we know that we can give expression to, or describe. There are other things which we can only describe by telling their effect upon us. The knowledge of God seems to be of this class. When men undertake to tell us, they merely begin to describe how they themselves felt.
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Silence here is unutterable desperation. The man who is declaring his determination, who is<br />
giving voice to his feelings, who can find words for his passion, who can give utterance to his<br />
intensity, is still dealing with surface conditions. There is passion too deep for utterance. The deepest<br />
depths are unmoved by surface currents. There is a silence that is meaningless. Silence from the very<br />
absence of thought or feeling or emotion. When feeling begins, there is usually an outcry; but when<br />
feeling gets deep, the outcry ceases. I have often marked this at the altar. You are at the end of things.<br />
You are through with arguments, through with appeals--simply gazing, with every power of the mind<br />
alert, with every avenue open. The eye is strained, the ear is open, the hand outstretched. I am in one<br />
mighty effort of discovery. I am looking for the unseen. I am open to visions of the infinite. I am<br />
stretching out my hand to feel the robes of divine personality. I hear Him say, "Be still, and know<br />
that I am God." From the depths of my soul I am gazing toward horizons. I am looking to the hills.<br />
My mind is open to the avenues of His revelation. I look at the environments about me, the<br />
universe in which I find myself. I am as one awakened in a great palace. I walk up and down the<br />
halls. I open the doors and enter the great rooms. I look upon the magnificent pictures upon the walls,<br />
and the fine sculptuary in the niches. I roam through the great library. There are couches here and<br />
there, and I sit down to rest. I begin to wonder where the owner is. I admire the skill, the thought<br />
back of it all. I lie down and rest, and wake and wonder. My curiosity is excited, and I press on. The<br />
rooms are cleanly swept and everything is freshly dusted. I will find Him soon. I press on into the<br />
parlor--a book lies open upon the desk; He can not be far away. I come to the dining-room; the table<br />
is freshly spread with viands. I sit down and eat. So in this world: there is plan everywhere; marks<br />
of His skill everywhere; footprints everywhere; prepared food; lighted fires; handiwork, care, and<br />
planning everywhere.<br />
The Ages<br />
I turn my eyes out along the ages. Surely God is in His temple. I am unable to catch up with Him<br />
in Nature, but surely I will find Him among men. Man is His masterpiece in creation-- man, the<br />
thinker, the reasoner, the seeker after the cause of things, the moral being with a sense of right and<br />
wrong; man with the ages for the platform of his activities; man working out his destiny. Surely, here<br />
I will find God. I have sought Him there. I have walked slowly through a hundred generations. Men<br />
have told me of Him. Men have told me that He had been among them; that He veiled Himself in<br />
flame; that He hid Himself in light; how He manifested Himself in flesh; that they beheld His glory;<br />
how He spoke in terrifying tones and in gentle whispers which soothed and blessed; how He had<br />
overturned empires and kingdoms, and brought things to pass. But Him I found not. I have cried out<br />
with Job, "O, that I knew him! " and with David, "As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so<br />
panteth my soul after thee, O God."<br />
Footsore, weary, and worn, I have sat down under the stars, with the shadows of the ages upon<br />
me, and closing my eyes, I have said: "O, where is He whom my soul desireth to know? May I not<br />
know Him in Agnosticism, the end, after all?" And I have heard clearly the voice, "Be still, and know<br />
that I am God."<br />
<strong>In</strong> Spiritual Realms