"In His Law doth he meditate day and night."

My best times of meditation are in the quietude of the early morning darkness, in semi-consciousness as my mind arouses from its nightly interment. The silence beckons peace; sleep has provided rest to the mind. The Spirit of God moves like the morning mist. His doctrine drops like the rain and distills “as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass.” (Deut. 32:6). “For God speaketh once, yea twice…. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; then He openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, that He may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.” (Job. 33:14-17).

The day is so crowded with activity that I find it often impossible to think on heavenly things, although the Lord graciously works hard and blesses me with wonderful, encouraging thoughts of Him when He can get a word in edge-wise. But until He can do that, grief is my lot, while I continually say, Where is my God?

Why must I be limited to early mornings, quiet times, or the Spirit’s breakthroughs to commune with Jesus? Why must my walk be less than continuous? Why can’t I walk in holy, life-giving, communion like Enoch walked so continuously?

Why can’t I pass the busiest of days like Jesus, with “persistent, earnest, untiring effort for the salvation of lost mankind,” while deep in contemplation of the Law and the works of His Father? Steps to Christ, p. 78.

The smoke of my torment ascends up forever and ever and I have no rest when my Savior is not near. How true it is, “He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.” (Jn. 3:36).

Yet it is our privilege to sup with Jesus. His table is made continually ready for guests; the flour of His showbread is freshly beaten and baked, double-piled six deep. It contains no leaven, nothing to appeal to our self-indulgent nature; we will not find in it anything that puffs us up. But His bread are spiritual and it is life, sprinkled with salt. It may seem dry, but His cups are full of freshly pressed blood of the grapes, and his bowls are filled with butter and milk and honey.

So let’s accept His invitation, as oft as we can hear it, to come to the study of His word, comparing spiritual things with spiritual, here a little, there a little, line upon line, line upon line.

The mind of man is brought into communion with the mind of God, the finite with the Infinite. The effect of such communion on body and mind and soul is beyond estimate. Education, p. 14.

And the promise is that here at the time of the end, “many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.” “And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.” (Dan. 12:4;Matt. 24:14).