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Quiet Time

Recently Allen Arnold wrote about a sign on a Mexican restaurant that read “In a hurry? Come back when you are not.” It seems each order was hand-made and the process could not be hurried.

In our frantic, overscheduled world in which we often hear and often say how busy we are, our quiet time with the Lord, if we have one, is often hurried. I have been a critic of one-minute and five-minute devotional books for a long time because they would have us cram in a verse and a thought and a prayer without allowing time to wait, to listen, and to hear what the Holy Spirit wants us to know as we move into our day.

Today I want to share another poem by Ron Owens set to music by Patricia Owens along with a link so you can listen to this lovely song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pux5GuhHbkQ

The Quiet Time

The Quiet Time, The Quiet Time,
when I sit at Jesus' feet.
Those special, hallowed moments
when the earth and heaven meet.
Preparing for the day ahead,
I feast upon the Living Bread;
my soul restored, my heart renewed
in The Quiet Time.

The Quiet Time, The Quiet Time,
the savior's voice I hear,
communing with my blessed Lord,
His holy presence near.
I look into His matchless face,
I praise Him for His amazing grace,
I face the day, I go with Him,
From The Quiet Time.

I love the featured image on this post. It calls forth memories of my own childhood, the period of my life when I learned the importance of having a Quiet Time. It is so focused, so undisturbed, so intimate. How did I ever let time, age, and activities, move me to compromise that time, abbreviate it, forget it or lessen its priority?

In another one of his Daily Thoughts, Arnold quoted a friend as saying “Hurry is an attitude which comes from an agreement with a lie that God is expecting more than you can do.”

I have spent more days of my life than I care to recall with an attitude of hurry. At this time in my life I am working at confronting that lie and at recognizing that being fully present in the moment and relishing quiet togetherness with the Lord and with others is far more significant and satisfying than mindless busyness. I am learning that even doing what must be done can be done can be with a quiet heart and mind.

For those of you who are interested, you will find some thoughtful writing at www.withallen.com/blog

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His Name Is Jesus

April is National Poetry Month. This week I am choosing to feature the first verse of a poem, His Name is Jesus, written by Ron Owens and set to music by Patricia Owens.

Ron and Patricia have been dear friends since I met them through Joe Ann Shelton in 1989. Joe Ann sang their song as part of a medley which we played at her memorial service. Because I wanted to give you a link to the medley, I have included the words from another song written by Danny Lee that Joe Ann sings as part of the medley; they appear as the second verse below, following the chorus. This medley is a favorite of mine and I am including the link here so that you may hear it. https://vimeo.com/720367464

May you have a blessed Easter as we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. How wonderful to serve a living Lord!

His Name is Jesus

There are some who only know His name as just another name,
There are many who think there's no difference - that He's just the same
as all other prophets, sages, who've walked down through history,
that He died as any ordinary man upon that tree.
For they've never met my Jesus, they have never seen His face.
They know nothing of His boundless love nor of His saving grace.
They have never walked beneath the stream that flows from Calvary, 
they know only what is said of Him, He's only history.

His name is Jesus; yes, He's the One.
His name is Jesus, God's only Son.
His name is Jesus, bright morning star;
Come to this Jesus just as you are.

The busy streets and sidewalks, they suddenly grew still
as a man came through the entrance to the city.
He touched and healed a blindman with a little piece of clay,
and with trembling lips you could hear the people say
Jesus, Jesus, He is the Son of God.
Jesus, Jesus, the precious Son of God.
Fairest of ten thousand, bright and morning star,
sweetest rose of Sharon, He came to set us free
Jesus, Jesus, He's everything to me.
Yes, He's everything to me.

His name is Jesus; yes, He's the One.
His name is Jesus, God's only Son.
His name is Jesus, bright morning star;
Come to this Jesus just as you are.