The restlessness of men, so prevalent in
the world, is directly attributable to the measure of GOD'S
presence we eschew.
"I was not in safety,
neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."
We strike out on our own, and press forward on every conceivable
front, surpassing expanses never dreamed of by our ancestors.
Ventures to expand the horizons of fallen imagination are
launched presently; apart from the acknowledgement, and presence,
of the ONE WHO created those very horizons.
"There is no peace, saith
the LORD, unto the wicked."
If taken far enough, distance from GOD may
serve to silence one's conscience; but without HIM, there is no
rest, and there, the seared conscience turns to a black hole for
the soul.
"Come unto ME, all ye
that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take MY yoke upon you, and learn of ME; for I am meek and lowly
in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For MY
yoke is easy, and MY burden is light."
The void left in us through the violation
of HIS law can only be filled by HIM. Every quest to fill
this void with the synthetics of religious achievement is vain.
It was the intimacy of a relationship with GOD which perished in
sin; an intimacy, by the way, which will never be replaced by syntonic expeditions in denial of that damning fact. Only
the fool launches out on his own to discover truth apart from
the TRUTH; and if insisted upon, he will find his flat earth
thinking
real, as his vessel cascades over the edge of death into eternal
punishment.
"There remaineth therefore
a rest to the people of GOD."
In HIS grace, HE left Heaven's glory, to
pursue us: "But
GOD commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet
sinners, CHRIST died for us."
... in a Divine demonstration of the most daring rescue of rest
ever known to man!
"... there the weary be at
rest."