“Tell me where Thou makest Thy flock to rest at noon” (Song of Solomon i.
7).
Beloved, do you not long for God’s quiet, the inner chambers, the shadow
of the Almighty, the secret of His presence? Your life has been, perhaps,
all driving and doing, or perhaps straining, struggling, longing and not
obtaining. Oh, for rest! to lie down upon His bosom and know that you have
all in Him, that every question is answered, every doubt settled, every
interest safe, every prayer answered, every desire satisfied. Lift up the
cry, “Tell me, O Thou whom my soul loveth, where Thou feedest, where Thou
makest Thy flock to rest at noon”!
Blessed be His name! He has this for us, His exclusive love—a love which
each individual somehow feels is all for himself, in which he can lie
alone upon His breast and have a place which none other can dispute; and
yet His heart is so great that He can hold a thousand millions just as
near, and each heart seem to possess Him just as exclusively for his own,
even as the thousand little pools of water upon the beach can reflect the
sun, and each little pool seems to have the whole sun embosomed in its
beautiful depths. And Christ can teach us this secret of His inmost love.