Devotion · WRITINGS

THE HIDING PLACE


Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div

“Get thee hence, and turn thee eastward, and hide thyself by the brook Cherith, that is before Jordan.” (1 Kings 17:3).

God’s servants must be taught the value of the hidden life. The man who is to take a high place before his fellows must take a low place before his God. We must not be surprised if sometimes our Father says: “There, child, thou hast had enough of this hurry, and publicity, and excitement; get thee hence, and hide thyself by the brook–hide thyself in the Cherith of the sick chamber, or in the Cherith of bereavement, or in some solitude from which the crowds have ebbed away.” Brethren, hide in the secret room and away from the people because the Lord needs to talk with you. (This hiding is not to be broadcast on social media or another network). You are to be alone with God so He can speak directly to you.

Happy is he who can reply, “This Thy will is also mine; I flee unto Thee to hide me. Hide me in the secret of Thy tabernacle, and beneath the covert of Thy wings!” Hide in the secret room and away from the public.

Every saintly soul that would wield great power with men must win it in some hidden Cherith. The acquisition of spiritual power is impossible unless we can hide from men and from ourselves in some deep gorge where we may absorb the power of the eternal God; as vegetation through long ages absorbed these qualities of sunshine, which it now gives back through burning coal.

Or, passing back to the blessed age from which we date the centuries: Patmos, the seclusion of the Roman prisons, the Arabian desert, the hills and vales of Palestine, are forever memorable as the Cheriths of those who have made our modern world.

Our Lord found His Cherith at Nazareth, and in the wilderness of Judea; amid the olives of Bethany, and the solitude of Gadara. None of us, therefore, can dispense with some Cherith where the sounds of human voices are exchanged for the waters of quietness which are fed from the throne; and where we may taste the sweets and imbibe the power of a life hidden with Christ.

Oh, how I long to climb the hills where there is only nature, the birds singing and the wild at your thoughts while your heart is intuned with the presence of Almighty God. Alone with God and waiting at His Throne for that still small voice. “Speak Lord thy servant heareth. Hallelujah. You alone with Him in the wilderness. Break me, melt me, mold me and shape me in the image you have in the blueprint before the foundation of the world.

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