Smythe is the preaching and writing site of Peter Smythe. Here you'll find a stout gospel, one that emphasizes the believer's identification with Christ in his death, burial, and resurrection, and life in the Spirit.

Solitude

In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up, and went out to a desert place, and there he prayed. And Simon and his companions hunted for him.
— Mark, the Evangelist

Some isolated ground. No light. No preparations. Nothing to draw away. A soul bare. 

   The world brims with agitation, cacophony, busily munching stillness and serenity, gobbling up humanity.  But there is a spirit in man; and the breath of the Almighty makes him keen. 

   The real man is impelled by the Father's work; his heart fixated on that kingdom beyond. He yearns for the sweet stillness of place with no veils, no pretense, to laugh and moan and weep and holler, of intimate and peculiar prayer with the Father of spirits. It is here he hears the secret out workings of the Lord and the subtle mysteries of the eschaton. It is here that he receives instructions of his role in the holy drama.

   The world may abhor solitude. The true disciple should want to drink it to the full.

State of Smythe

The Circle of Superabundance

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