“Incline your ear, and come unto Me: hear, and your soul shall live.” — Isaiah 55:3
The house of God is rich with mercy, prophecy, and wisdom—sit still, listen well, and let your soul be fed. —D.
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Mercy has brought you here, not by your own merit, but by the kindness of the Lord who draws near to the broken and the weary. You’ve been led into His house, into the stillness where the riches of the Spirit are poured out like oil. Don’t rush. Don’t count the time wasted. Let the sound of the Psalms reach you—David’s voice rising through the ages, strung on the strings of suffering and praise. Let the hymns settle in your bones, sung not just by mouths but by hearts steeped in light. These songs are not just old, they are alive, filled with the breath of God, rising like incense, calling the soul home.
The Prophets speak still. Their mouths, like golden pipes, send streams of truth straight into your ears. Their words strike the hard places of the heart and soften them like spring rain. The Apostles join in too, their words cutting through the soul like rivers through dry soil. Grace flows where it’s least expected. Stay a while. The waters are moving even when you feel still. Let them run through you. Let them change you. The Spirit is not far off. He speaks now, through the Word, through the voice of the Church, through the still silence that fills the holy place.
Lean in. Bend your ear to the pulpit of God and gather the pearls that fall from it. The old and new—two Testaments, one Truth—carry the same fire. In the Old, the rivers of Eden flow from God’s hand, and in the New, those same waters are carried by the Apostles, sent to wash the earth. One story. One Word. From Genesis to the Gospels, it is the same God speaking, the same grace unfolding. All of it is for you. But you must be still long enough to hear. You must let the rush of your thoughts fall quiet. Sit. Listen. Be fed. The bread is fresh. The water is living. The voice of God is near.