There is a place of quiet rest, a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God. ~Cleland McAfee
The Pulley
When God at first made man, having a glass of blessing standing by; “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can; let the world’s riches, which dispersed lie, contract into a span.
So strength first made a way; then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honor, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, perceiving that alone of all his treasure, REST in the bottom lay.
“For if I should,” said he, “bestow this jewel also on my creature, he would adore my gifts instead of me, and rest in Nature, not the God of Nature: so both should losers be.
“Yet let him keep the rest, but keep them with repining restlessness. Let him be rich and weary, that at least, if goodness lead him not, yet weariness may toss him to my breast.”
George Herbert (1593-1633) British pastor and poet
Photograph of Sudeley Castle, Cotswalds, by Deborah Windes
