Keswick is, first of all, a geographical term; it has, however, become a theological expression– the definition of a certain attitude of the mind and heart toward God.
Keswick is a place of quiet; its ancient hills and deep waters are a barrier which keeps at a safe distance the glare and blare of the modern world. T he tired and overwrought mind is restored and healed.
But the “Keswick” of the soul knows of a still deeper rest and truer healing. The Keswick Convention is not simply a series of meetings–it is an exhilarating experience compounded of prayer, preaching, and people into a spiritual fellowship whose setting is of earthly beauty fair and whose centre is of heavenly glory, the Lord Himself. Such an experience can never be forgotten; it works itself into the very soul.
And it works itself out like a mighty river spreading itself out over the barren wilderness and touching it into golden fruit. “It is all over now,” said one, after the closing meeting of the Portstewart Convention this year, “Or just beginning,” said another and a wiser. His was the truer vision and greater faith. He saw the departing crowds scattering like good grain which bears the promise of a rich harvest. May that be true of “Keswick” this year. D.K.