Consider this thought at this demanding and often noisy Christmas season:
When the door of the steam bath is continually left open, the heat inside rapidly escapes through it; likewise the soul, in its desire to say many things, dissipates its remembrance of God through the door of speech, even though everything it says may be good. (Diadachos of Photiki, a monk who lived from 400-486AD)
Lord, we sing “How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given…” yet are we silent long enough to receive the gift of your wondrous love in Christ? Help me be still and know your presence this Christmas. Amen.
Copyright Richard Leslie Parrott. Ph.D.