How does the musician read the rest? See him beat time with unvarying count and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between. God sends a time of forced leisure - sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts - and makes us a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives and we lament that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. In our whole life-melody, the music is broken off here and there by “rests,” and we foolishly think we have come to the end of time. There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it. ![]() I was feeling rather desolate when I came across a paragraph written more than a hundred years ago by the artist John Ruskin: Not long ago, in the space of a few days, the “music” in my life seemed to stop because of a rejection, a loss, and what seemed to me at the time a monumental failure. Things grind to a halt for one reason or another. There are sometimes spaces in our lives that seem empty and silent. ![]() But, since I do have a cranial earthquake taking place, and since that should amount to a time of rest, I will simply type out for you what Elisabeth Elliot, who knew her fair share of suffering in this world, said about the times in our lives When The Music Stops:
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