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When All is Calm


The song, "Silent Night," has intrigued me for years. Just consider these words:

 Silent night, holy night 

 ALL IS CALM...

 Is "calm" a foreign word? Let's define it:
"Undisturbed by passion; not agitated or excited; quiet; tranquil; as the mind, temper, or attention."

 All is calm...

 Maybe "calm" is plain English, but the concept is rare. How do we get to that place? God knows the way, but we may have become too busy to allow Him to show us how to get to calm. After all, we have cookies to bake, gifts to wrap, cards to send, concerts to attend...

 All is not calm under these conditions. Calm doesn't like crazy.

 Christmas is the only birthday celebration known to man where the Guest of Honor is so steadfastly ignored. During this season of run-run-go-go-do-do-do, Christ is often forgotten, and the calmness that comes from time in His Word is forfeited. 

 A starved soul is an agitated soul. The solution? Feed your soul as you do your body: regularly. Daily. Without the Word of God, we are anything but calm.

 Pause. Grab your Bible and sit down. Hug it. Read. Pray. Thank God for His "unspeakable gift." Don't rush this process. You have all day to run like a marathoner. Please pause.

 Missing out on the calm that God provides is like missing a flight because you didn't give yourself enough time to get to the airport. The ticket is yours, but poor planning can rob you of a seat.

 Silent night, holy night. All is calm...

 With Christ, all is calm, even when everything around us is not.

 "Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors." 
Proverbs 8:34

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