Job 4:16

Some twenty years ago a friend gave me a book entitled True Peace . It had an old medieval message and this one primary thought—tha t God was waiting in the depths of my being to speak to me if I would only be still enough to hear His voice.

I assumed this would not be a difficult thing to do, so I tried to be still. No soon er had I begun to do so than complete pandemonium seemed to break loose. Suddenly I heard a thousand voices and sounds from without and within, until I could hear nothing except these incredible noises. Some were my own words, my own questions, and even my own prayers, while others were temptations of the Enemy , and the voices of the world’ s turmoil.