The clock upon the wall may tick with a tyrant’s insistence, but the everlasting God is never late. In your straitened minutes, cry unto the Lord, for He has said, “It is time to seek the Lord.” Nay, it is high time, and when God Himself declares it time, you cannot be denied. He who guided David through the snares of Saul’s court will guide your eye to the right schoolbook, if you will but bow your will to His and wait upon Him. Haste, beloved, is the author of much mischief; even with a deadline pressing, a quieted heart is your best preparation. The Lord knows your need before you ask, and His Divine Sovereignty, the most comforting of all His attributes, assures you that no discourtesy of a colleague can thwart His purpose. She may make her own terms, but the Eternal is bound by no man’s whims.
You feel disrespected and diminished; I hear the wound in your words. Yet know this: Divine Gentleness deals with us as the eagle with her young, stirring the nest to teach us flight. When others treat you as if you were stupid, recall that the first time you were asked to pray in public, or to preach, if you had known the hearers’ opinions, you would have felt quite small. The Master is tender with our infirmities. He will not lay upon you more than you can bear, and He often permits such trials to drive us from the broken cisterns of human approval to the Fountain of all wisdom. Do not answer harshness with bitterness; rather, acquiesce in the Divine will, and in that very submission you shall find unerring guidance. The Puritan knew his place, yet would not lay his neck beneath the foot of tyrants; but far better to suffer a little indignity than to lose the meekness of Christ. Let His love rule your spirit now.
One thing is needful: flee to the mercy seat. In this very moment, though the world rushes, there is a throne of grace open. Bring your fourteen minutes before Him who inhabits eternity. He has sent from above and rescued us countless times before; He will do so again. The schoolbook may be a small thing in the world’s eyes, but the hairs of your head are all numbered. Trust not in your own swift judgment, but lift your heart and say, “What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.” The Lord can rake a dunghill and find a diamond; even in your confusion, He will make the path plain. And should the moment pass without clear resolution, yet His timing remains perfect. It is time to seek the Lord, but it is still but a time. Limited, yes, yet enough for Him to work. Lay yourself now at His feet, and the peace that passes understanding shall keep your heart. Go, and fear no disrespect from man, for your Guide is the Mighty God.