One of the gifts of
having lived a few decades and lived in several different places is getting to
know and meet so many people through the years. While I am grateful for the people I
encounter regularly, I also give thanks
for the people who have gone on to their just reward and who are now apart of
the “communion of saints”. Recently, I got to thinking about the late Robert
Cushman, one of my professors at Duke Divinity School. He was in his final years of teaching at
Duke when I was his student after having
served in former years also as Dean of the Divinity School.
I found myself
intimidated by Dr. Cushman though I am not totally sure why. Perhaps it was his reserved New England
gentlemanly manner or his common use of words that were far beyond my own
vocabulary. I particularly remember one
day in class when Dr. Cushman shared the following poem:
“I met God in the
morning,
When my day was at its best
And His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
When my day was at its best
And His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
“All day long the Presence lingered;
All day long He stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.
All day long He stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.
“Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to us a peace and rest.
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to us a peace and rest.
“Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind.
When I too had loosed the moorings
With the Presence left behind.
With a keen remorse of mind.
When I too had loosed the moorings
With the Presence left behind.
“So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way;
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.”
Learned from many a troubled way;
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.”
The poem moved me that
day. What was even more moving was the
fact that I discovered the poem was written by Dr. Cushman’s father, Bishop
Ralph S. Cushman. While anytime is a
good time to commune with our heavenly Father,
I have made it a custom to regularly spend time with Him in the morning. I commend to you the practice of spending
concentrated time with the Lord each day whether morning, evening, or
noon-time. As it is important to spend
time with our friends and family, so it is important that we spend time with
our heavenly Father. Have a joy-filled
week.- Pastor Randy Wall
Prayer: O God, we are grateful that you desire to have a
living relationship with us. Give us the
discipline to take time to spend with you;
through Christ our Lord. Amen.
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