. Living and loving; selections from the devotional works of Professor A. Tholuck for every day of the month;. roaring waterfall,deafening our ears so that we cannot understand our-selves, nor even God, when he speaks to us. How dif-ferently do all things appear, how different we appear toourselves, when, after the bustle of the day, sacred andsilent night has crept on! Then do voices within andaround us, which before found no articulate words,begin to speak. Often, however, these voices are pain-ful to the hearer, and therefore it is that he flies fromhours of solitude. But shut not thine ear
. Living and loving; selections from the devotional works of Professor A. Tholuck for every day of the month;. roaring waterfall,deafening our ears so that we cannot understand our-selves, nor even God, when he speaks to us. How dif-ferently do all things appear, how different we appear toourselves, when, after the bustle of the day, sacred andsilent night has crept on! Then do voices within andaround us, which before found no articulate words,begin to speak. Often, however, these voices are pain-ful to the hearer, and therefore it is that he flies fromhours of solitude. But shut not thine ears, dear reader :among them there is many a voice that calls thee home,and such a voice is always sad. But wilt thou, for nobetter reason than merely to spare thyself a touch ofhomesickness, try to forget in this far country that thouhast a home elsewhere ? That is not wise, for so a timewill come when even at home thou wilt appear astranger. Seek to be alone with thyself. Every seasonof solitude is as a silent night, in which, when the din ofthis world dies away, boding voices from another beginto 28 Sixteentb ®a$ CONVERSING WITH GOD. [N a house in which the mortar was droppingfrom the walls, and the rafters were begin-ning to break, there lived a man who was sodeeply absorbed in his business that to oneof his friends who sought to speak with him alone inorder to warn him of his danger, he answered, I haveno time. Thou laughest at his folly, but thou art thy-self the fool. Believe me, dear reader, unconscious ofit although thou art, thy business is more important tothee than thyself ; for otherwise how couldst thou de-cline when the voice of thy heavenly Friend bids theeretire with him, that he may inform thee about thyselfand thine earthly tabernacle ? Thou hast a certain feel-ing, though thou wilt not own it to thyself, that thou artnot well, and yet thou shunnest so much as even aninterview with thy Physician. Can that help thee?No; it helps thee nothing. Poor blind
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