Who Makes the Joy

“With no retiring regard, with no introverted look of self-consciousness or self-withdrawal, but more human than any of the company, he regarded their rejoicings with perfect sympathy, for, whatever suffering might follow, none knew so well as he that— “there is one Who makes the joy the last in every song.” — GeorgeMacDonald, Miracles of…

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The Divine Life

“The last act of our Lord in thus commending his spirit at the close of his life, was only a summing up of what he had been doing all his life. He had been offering this sacrifice, the sacrifice of himself, all the years, and in thus sacrificing he had lived the divine life. Every…

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My Summer Wind

Do thou, my God, my spirit's weather control;And as I do not gloom though the day be dun,Let me not gloom when earth-born vapours rollAcross the infinite zenith of my soul.Should sudden brain-frost through the heart's summer run,Cold, weary, joyless, waste of air and sun,Thou art my south, my summer-wind, my all, my one.”~ George…

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Beauty So Radiant

“I’ve discovered that health really is catching, like disease,” answered Arthur. “Yes; sanity has broken out, and is spreading,” said Michael, performing a ~pas seul~ with a thoughtful expression.” ~GK Chesterton, Manalive — When the real truth – golden and shimmering in its light – appears, it breaks the spell. And then health, goodness and…

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More Excellent Glory

“The Father of our spirits is not content that we should know Him as we now know each other. There is a better, closer, nearer than any human way of knowing, and to that He is guiding us across all the swamps of our unteachableness, the seas of our faithlessness, the desert of our ignorance.…

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Thou Art My Life

“My Lord, I find that nothing else will do, But follow where thou goest, sit at thy feet, And where I have thee not, still run to meet. Roses are scentless, hopeless are the morns, Rest is but weakness, laughter crackling thorns, If thou, the Truth, do not make them the true: Thou art my…

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Come In

Come in as water, come in as air,Come in as sunshine – come everywhereCome in as bread that gives me life,Come in as wine for sin and strifeCome in as daybreak to my night, Come in, my Lord, make in me light. We walk and feel that we are strong, When life and breath to…

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On Kindness, with George

“One thing is plain—that we must love the strife-maker; another is nearly as plain—that, if we do not love him, we must leave him alone; for without love there can be no peace-making, and words will but occasion more strife. To be kind neither hurts nor compromises. Kindness has many phases, and the fitting form…

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