Silent solitude comes like a sigh. I welcome it…
and I read of his love for it,
read how it was the well from which he drew the Father’s resources,
and drank deeply:
Richard Baxter, Puritan preacher extraordinaire…
“In him the virtues of the contemplative and active life were eminently united. His time was spent in communion with God, and in charity to men. He lived above the world, and in solitude and silence conversed with God. The frequent and serious meditation of eternal things was the powerful means to make his heart holy and heavenly, and from thence his [outward conduct]. His life was a practical sermon, a drawing example. There was an air of humility and sanctity in his… countenance; and his deportment was [indicative of] a stranger upon earth and a citizen of heaven.”
-his familiar colleague Dr. William Bates
Ah, another witness, speaking from the past, telling me, yes, yes, here is where you find it best, your Christ life: wrapped in this transparent sanctuary, settled in this breath of rest.