There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music
in it. In our whole life-melody the music is broken off here
and there by “rests,” and we foolishly think that we have come
to the end of the time. God sends a time of forced leisure,
sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts, and makes a
sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives, and we lament
that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the
music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. How does the
musician read the rest? See him beat the time with unvarying
counts and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no
breaking place had come between. Not without design does God
write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the time, and
not be dismayed at the “rests.” They are not to be slurred over,
not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the
keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us.
With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and
clear. If we say sadly to ourselves, “There is no music in a
rest,” let us not forget “there is making of music in it.”
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=Rest-day, Weekly=--See SUNDAY WORK DISCONTINUED.