Re-arm You in Your Love of God...So
You May "Pass it On" to Others...
Dionysus Before Jesus??
The stories told about Osiris-Dionysus
will no doubt sound familiar. He is the Son of God who is born
to a virgin on the 25th of December before three shepherds.
He is a prophet who offers his followers the chance to be born
again through the rites of baptism. He is a wonderworker who
raises the dead and miraculously turns water into wine at a
marriage ceremony. He is God incarnate who dies at Easter, sometimes
through crucifixion, but who resurrects on the third day. He
is a savior who offers his followers redemption through partaking
in a meal of bread and wine, symbolic of his body and blood.
This was a LONG time before Jesus...how could this be?
And from another Godquest reader:
The seer Rudolf Steiner (he wasn't a Christian
but became one after he became convinced of the unique importance
of Christ through his clairvoyant investigations) wrote that
Christ was known in several ancient cultures under different
names. In several ancient cultures the priests knew that the
spiritual being Christ would one day come to earth as Jesus
Christ. Osiris was the name the Egyptians were giving to Christ.
Christ was known as 'Ahura Mazdao' in Persia (Zoroaster/Zarathustra),
as Manitou among the American Indians, as Vishnu among the Hinduists,
etc. God is greater than the names we little humans give him.
(I'm not implying that all religions are the same - that would
be a superficial mistake - but they aren't entirely separated
either - there are often overlaps and there are often reasons
why one specific religion is initiated into human culture at
a specific time. There is guidance in this). Google 'Rudolf
Steiner' if you are interested in a renewal of religion and
It's humanly natural to want to defend our
personal spiritual tradition. But we can also be respectful
of the traditions of others. The death/resurrection motif is
very strong within Christianity, yet it may also be found within
other traditions as well. God is simple too big, too wonderful,
too inclusive, to let any one group have a corner on the "God"
A Hole In
Theres a hole in
the road, I didnt know it was there. I fall in. Its confusing,
and I am disoriented. I wander around, and after awhile, I climb
Theres a hole in
the road, I know its there. I go over to it and peer in out
of curiosity. I fall in. I wander around and explore. I get
lost, and after a considerable amount of time and effort, I
find a way out.
Theres a hole in
the road. I know its there, I have been there before. I want
to go see it but I am afraid I may fall in. I carefully approach
the hold from a different angle. I peer in, and by accident
I fall in. I dont like being in this hole, its dark, and takes
too much of my time. I realize this is not a good place to be.
I look immediately for a way to get out, and get out as fast
as I can.
Theres a hole in
the road. I know its there. I look over to it out of curiosity,
but I am wary. I am afraid to fall in, so I cross the road and
keep as far away from it as possible. I continue on my way.
I take a different
(Sent to me by Alf)
(This is a true story that happened in Japan)
In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan
tore open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space
between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found
that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside
was hammered into one of its feet. He saw this, felt pity, and
at the same time he was curious. When he checked the nail, turns
out, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.
What happened? The lizard had survived in such a position for
10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving,
it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered how this
lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step--since
its foot was nailed!
So he stopped his work and observed the lizard,
what it had been doing, and what and how it has been eating.
Later, not knowing from where it came, appeared another lizard,
with food in its mouth. Ahh! He was stunned and at the same
time, touched deeply. Another lizard had been feeding the stuck
one for the past 10 years... Such love, such a beautiful love!
Such love happened with this tiny creature... What can love
do? It can do wonders! Love can do miracles! Just think about
it; one lizard had been feeding the other one untiringly for
10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner. If a small
creature like a lizard can love like this... just imagine how
we can love if we try!
Perhaps some of George MacDonald's most direct
and powerful words on anguish and faith.
From Weighed and Wanting
This Sunday Hester, in her dejection and sadness...and
there came upon her a hopelessness that was heavy, sinking into
the very roots of her life, and making existence itself appear
a dull and undesirable thing. Hitherto life had seemed a good
thing, worth holding up as a heave-offering to him who made
it; now she had to learn to take life itself from the hand of
God as his will, in faith that he would prove it a good gift.
She had to learn that in all drearinesses, of the flesh or spirit,
even in those that seem to come of having nothing to do, or
from being unable to do what we think we have to do, the refuge
is the same--he who is the root and crown of life. Who would
receive comfort from anything but love? Who would build on anything
but the eternal? Who would lean on that which has in itself
no persistence? Even the closest human loves have their only
endurance, only hope of perfection, in the eternal perfect love
of which they are the rainbow-refractions. I cannot love son
or daughter as I would, save loving them as the children of
the eternal God, in whom his spirit dwells and works, making
them altogether lovely, and me more and more love-capable. That
they are mine is not enough ground for enough love--will not
serve as operative reason to the height of the love my own soul
demands from itself for them. But they are mine because they
are his, and he is the demander and enabler of love.
The day was a close, foggy, cold, dreary day.
The service at church had not seemed interesting. She laid the
blame on herself, and neither on prayers nor lessons nor psalms
nor preacher, though in truth some of these might have been
better; the heart seemed to have gone out of the world--as if
not Baal but God had gone to sleep, and his children had waked
before him and found the dismal gray of the world's morning
full of discomfortable ghosts. She tried her New Testament;
but Jesus too seemed far away--nothing left but the story about
him--as if he had forgotten his promise, and was no longer in
the world. She tried some of her favourite poems: each and all
were infected with the same disease--with common-place nothingness.
They seemed all made up--words! words! words! Nothing was left
her in the valley but the shadow, and the last weapon, All-prayer.
She fell upon her knees and cried to God for life. "My heart
is dead within me," she said, and poured out her lack into the
hearing of him from whom she had come that she might have himself,
and so be. She did not dwell upon her sorrows; even they had
sunk and all but vanished in the gray mass of lost interest.
What noble nature would be content to be cured of sadness by
a dose of medicine?
There is in the heart a conviction that the soul
ought to be supreme over the body and its laws; that there must
be a faith which conquers the body with all its tyrants; and
that no soul is right until it has that faith--until it is in
closest, most immediate understanding with its own unchangeable
root, God himself. Such faith may not at once remove the physical
cause, if such there be, but it will be more potent still; in
the presence of both the cause and the effect, its very atmosphere
will be a peace tremulous with unborn gladness. This gained,
the medicine, the regimen, or the change of air may be resorted
to without sense of degradation, with cheerful hope and some
indifference. Such is perhaps the final victory of faith. Faith,
in such circumstances, must be of the purest, and may be of
the strongest. In few other circumstances can it have such an
opportunity--can it rise to equal height. It may be its final
lesson, and deepest. God is in it just in his seeming to be
not in it--that we may choose him in the darkness of the feeling,
stretch out the hand to him when we cannot see him, verify him
in the vagueness of the dream, call to him in the absence of
impulse, obey him in the weakness of the will.
A Lesson From Wolves
"Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common
bush afire with God; and only he who sees takes off his shoes."
I love this quote! Paul declares to us that His
attributes and nature can be seen through what has been made,
and I learned a lesson from the wolves this weekend... My husband
loves wolves, and we watched a show about them on Animal Planet
this weekend - I think it was called "Wolves Among Us"...anyhow,
the documentary was about a pack of wolves and the husband and
wife who raised, released, and lived among them for a few years.
Here's the lesson I learned - in every wolf pack, there is an
Alpha - he is the pack leader - the first to eat, directing
where the pack goes, overseeing the other members and putting
them in their places. Usually there is an Alpha male and Alpha
female; they mate for life and are the only two who mate and
produce offspring in the pack. The rest are helpers in raising
the offspring, and are usually themselves either siblings or
children of the Alphas. I knew all this previously, but this
is what I didn't know... In every wolf pack, there is also the
Omega - the lowest member of the pack. It's an awful job, but
someone has to do it...he is the last to eat, and is constantly
picked on by all the other pack members. They say that, although
it is the toughest position in the pack, an Omega will rarely
leave, for it is nevertheless preferable to being alone. In
fact, the role of Omega is actually vital to preserving the
peace of the pack, since he is the scapegoat of tensions and
disagreements among the others.
Kind of gives new meaning to the declaration of God: "I am the
Alpha AND the Omega"
When "Strength" Becomes a Virtue
God desires not that He may say to them, "Look
how mighty I am, and go down upon your knees and worship", for
power alone was never yet worthy of prayer; but that He may
say thus: "Look, my children, you will never be strong but with
my strength. I have no other to give you. And that you can get
only by trusting in me. I can not give it you any other way.
There is no other way." ... George MacDonald (1824-1905), Annals
of a Quiet Neighborhood 
The "Faith-Based" model of Sanctification
vs. the "Choice-Based Model"
Yet more and more of me thou dost demand;
My faith and hope in God alone shall stand,
The life of law -- not trust the rain and sun
To draw the golden harvest o'er the land.
George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
"Hell" As Redemption--Not as an End
The outer darkness is but the most dreadful form
of the consuming fire--the fire without light, the darkness
visible, the black flame. God has withdrawn himself, but not
lost his hold. His face is turned away, but his hand is laid
upon the man still. His heart has ceased to beat into the man's
heart, but he keeps him alive by his fire. And that fire will
go searching and burning on in him, as in the highest saint
who is not yet pure as he is pure.
A chimney above a huge house indicates the greatness
of the building below, as the volcanoes of the world tell us
how much fire is necessary to keep the old earth warm. For it
is not the sun itself that warms the planet. The earth is like
the human heart. The great glowing fire below us is God in the
heart of the earth, and the great sun is God in the sky, keeping
it warm on the other side. Our gladness and pleasure, our trouble
when we do wrong, our love for all about us, that is God inside
us. All the beautiful things and loveable people, all the lessons
we get from life, and whatever comes to us, is God on the outside.
Every life is between two great fires of the love
of God, that is, so long as we do not give ourselves up right
heartily to him we fear the fire will burn us. And so it does
when we go against its flames and not with them, refusing to
burn with the same glorious fire with which God is always burning.
When we try to put it out, or get away from it, then indeed
But at length, O God, will you not cast Death
and Hell into the lake of fire--even into your own consuming
self? Death shall then die everlastingly.
Then indeed will you be all in all. For then our
poor brothers and sisters, every one--O God, we trust in you,
the Consuming Fire--shall have been burnt clean and brought
home. For shall a man be more merciful than God? Shall, of all
his glories, his mercy alone not be infinite? Shall a brother
love a brother more than a Father loves a son--more than the
Brother Christ loves his brother? Would he not die yet again
to save one brother more?
As for us, now we will come to thee, our Consuming
Fire. And thou wilt not burn us more than we can bear. But thou
wilt burn us. And although thou seem to slay us, yet we trust
Picturing God Through the Mists of a Low Theology
From the Novel, Robert Falconer, by George MacDonald
For now arose within him, not without ultimate
good, the evil phantasms of a theology which would explain all
God's doings by low conceptions. In such a system, hell is invariably
the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.
Hence, as foundations must be laid in the deepest, the system
is founded in hell, and the first article in the creed that
Robert Falconer learned was, "I believe in hell."
Practically, I mean, it was so; else how should it be that as
often as a thought of relgious duty arose in his mind, it appeared
in the form of escaping hell, of fleeing from the wrath to come?
For his very nature was hell, being not born in sin and
brought forth in iniquity, but born sin and brought forth iniquity.
And yet God made him. He must believe that. And he must believe,
too, that God was just, awfully just, punishing with fearful
pains those who did not go through a certain process of mind
which it was utterly impossible they should go through without
a help which he would give to some, and withhold from others,
the reason of the difference not being such, to say the least
of it, as to come within the reach of the persons concerned.
And this God they said was love.
A Vision of God's Character
"God is so beautiful, and so patient, and so loving, and so
generous that he is the heart and soul and rock of every love and every
kindness and every gladness in the world. All the beauty in the world and
in the hearts of men, all the painting all the poetry all the music, all
the architecture comes out of his heart first. He is so loveable that no
heart can know how loveable he is - can know only in part. When the best
loves God best, he does not love him nearly as he deserves, or as he will
love him in time." --George MacDonald: From a letter to his daughter
Mary when she was sixteen.
"Oh, only for so short a while you have loaned us to each other.
Because we take form in your act of drawing us, And we take life in your
painting us, And we breathe in your singing us. But only for so short a
while have you loaned us to each other." ~ Aztec Prayer ~
Prayers for More God Vision
"O most merciful Redeemer, Friend and Brother. May we know thee
more clearly, love thee more dearly and follow thee more nearly, day by
day"-- Richard deWych (1197-1253)
"Cure me, please, that I may heal others, Lord
(A one-eyed queen amidst my knights forlorn)
Some post-traumatic tides I cannot ford,
Unless your cross (rod/staff) will fuse reborn
(From anguished madness into love supreme)
Thy love-starved soldiers into husbandry,
And primrose gardeners in the tempest's lee."
George MacDonald, Diary of an Old
The Heart-cry of Every Soul for God...
O Living Flame of love...
How gently and how lovingly
Thou wakest in my bosom,
Where alone thou secretly dwellest;
And in Thy sweet breathing
Full of grace and glory,
How tenderly Thou fillest me with Thy love.
St. John of the Cross,
Living Flames of Love
"Low-sunk life imagines itself weary of life, but it is death, not
life, it is weary of. Let us in all the troubles of life remember - -that
our one lack is life - - that what we need is more life - - more of the
life-making presence in us making us more, and more largely, alive. When
most oppressed, when most weary of life, as our unbelief would phrase it,
let us bethink ourselves that it is in truth the inroad and presence of
death we are weary of. When most inclined to sleep, let us rouse ourselves
to live. Of all things let us avoid the false refuge of a weary collapse, a
hopeless yielding to things as they are. It is the life in us that is
discontented; we need more of what is discontented, not more of the cause
of its discontent. Discontent, I repeat, is the life in us that has not
enough of itself, is not enough to itself, so calls for more. He has the
victory who, in the midst of pain and weakness, cries out, not for death,
not for the repose of forgetfulness, but for strength to fight; for more
power, more consciousness of being, more God in him..." George
MacDonald (excerpt from: ''Life'' as found in: Unspoken Sermons, Second
The Irrevocable Call of God
"God lies in wait for us with nothing so much as love, and love is
like a fisherman's hook; without it he could never catch a fish, but once
the hook is taken the fisherman is sure of the fish. Even though the fish
twists hither an yon, still the fisherman is sure of him. So, too, I speak
of love; he who is caught by it is held by the strongest of bonds, and yet
the stress is pleasant; he who takes this sweet burden upon himself gets
further, and comes nearer to what he aims at, than he could by means of any
harsh ordinance ever devised by man. Moreover, he can sweetly bear all that
happens to him; all that God inflicts he can take cheerfully. Nothing makes
you God's own, or God yours, as much as this sweet bond. When one has found
this way, he looks for no other. To hang on this hook is to be so
completely captured that feet and hands, and mouth and eyes, the heart, and
all a man is and has become God's own…Whatever he does, who is caught by
this hook, love does it, and love alone…" Meister Eckhart
"So long as we imagine that it is we who have to look for God, we
must often lose heart. But it is the other way about; He is looking for us.
And so we can afford to recognize that very often we are not looking for
God; far from it, we are in full flight from him, in high rebellion against
him. And He knows that and has taken it into accouunt. He has followed us
into our own darkness; there where we thought finally to escape him, we run
straight into his arms. So we do not have to erect a false piety for
ourselves, to give us the hope of salvation. Our hope is in his
determination to save us, and he will not give in." Simon Tugwell, Prayer
A Noble Daily Goal
"I will center my thoughts on a Higher Power. I will surrender all
to this power within me. I will become a soldier for this power, feeling
the might of the spiritual army as it exists in my life today. I will allow
a wave of spiritual union to connect me through my gratitude, obedience and
discipline to this Higher Power. Let me allow this power to lead me through
the orders of the day. May the steps I take today strengthen my words and deeds,
may I know the message I carry is mine to share, given freely by this power
greater than myself." --Anonymous recovering alcoholic
Invocation of the Great Spirit
"Most powerful Holy Spirit, Come down Upon us And subdue us. From
heaven, Where the ordinary Is made glorious, And glory seems But ordinary,
Bathe us With the brilliance Of your light Like dew."-- Celtic Prayer
Take Joy in Your Weakness
"The true man trusts in a strength which is not his, and which he
does not feel, does not even always desire ; believes in a power that seems
far from him, which is yet at the root of his fatigue itself and his need
of rest --- rest as far from death as is labour. To trust in the strength
of God in our weakness; to say, 'I am weak: so let me be : God is strong;'
to seek from him who is our life, as the natural, simple cure of all that
is amiss with us, power to do, and be, and live, even when we are weary, -
- this is the victory that overcometh the world. To believe in God our
strength in the face of all seeming denial, to believe in him out of the
heart of weakness and unbelief, in spite of numbness and weariness and
lethargy; to believe in the wide-awake real, through all the stupefying,
enervating, distorting dream; to will to wake, when the very being seems
athirst for a godless repose; - - these are the broken steps up to the high
fields where repose is but a form of strength, strength but a form of joy,
joy but a form of love. 'I am weak,' says the true soul, 'but not so weak
that I would not be strong; not so sleepy that I would not see the sun
rise; not so lame but that I would walk ! Thanks be to him who perfects
strength in weakness, and gives to his beloved while they sleep!'"
"There are songs that can only be learned in the valley. No art can
teach them; no rules of voice can make them perfectly sung. Their music is
in the heart. They are songs of memory, of personal experience. They bring
our their burden from the shadow of the past; they mount on the wings of
yesterday. Saint John says that even in heaven there will be a song that
can only be fully sung by the sons of earth-the strain of redemption.
Doubtless it is a song of triumph, a hymn of victory to the God who made us
free. But the sense of triumph must come from the memory of the chain. No
angel, no archangel can sing it so sweetly as I can. To sing it as I sing
it, they must pass through my exile, and this they cannot do. None can
learn it but the children of the cross. And so, my soul, thou art receiving
a music lesson from thy Father. Thou art being educated for the choir
invisible. There are parts of the symphony that none can take but thee.
There are chords too minor for the angels. There may be heights in the
symphony that are beyond the scale-heights which angels alone can reach;
but there are depths which belong to thee, and can only be touched by thee.
Thy Father is training thee for the part the angels cannot sing; and the
school is sorrow. I have heard many say that He sends sorrow to prove thee;
nay, He sends sorrow to educate thee, to train thee for the choir
invisible. In the night He is preparing thy song. In the valley He is
tuning thy voice. In the cloud he is deepening thy chords. In the rain He
is sweetening thy melody. In the cold He is molding thy expression. In the
transition from hope to fear He is perfecting thy lights. Despise not thy
school of sorrow, O my soul; it will give thee a unique part in the
universal song".--. George Matheson
A Praise to the God of All People:
"Even though the day be laden and my task dreary and my strength
small, a song keeps singing in my heart. For I know that I am thine, I am
part of thee. Thou art kin to me, and all my times are in Thy
A Human Heart-Cry: "Seven times a day, as I work upon this
hungry farm, I say to Thee, 'Lord why am I here? What is there here to stir
my gifts to growth? What great thing can I do for others- I who am captive
to this dreary toil?'"
A Reply From the God of All People: "And seven times a day
Thou answerest, 'I cannot do without thee. Once did My Son live thy life,
and by His faithfulness did show My mind, My kindness, and My truth to men.
But now He is come to My side, and thou must take His place.'"--From
"People Are Good At Heart", by Anne Frank.
"It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because
they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because
in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at
heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of
confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a
wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too,
I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the
heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will
end, and that peace and tranquility will return again. In the meantime, I
must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able
to carry them out."--Anne Frank. The Diary of a Young Girl.
Trans. B.M. Mooyaart-Doubleday. New York: Pocket Books, 1952, p. 233.
A True Civil War Love Letter
July 14, 1861 Camp Clark, Washington
My very dear Sarah:
"The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days-perhaps
tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to
write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . .
. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I
am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly
American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how
great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and
sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing-perfectly willing-to lay
down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay
that debt . . . Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me
with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my
love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly
on with all these chains to the battle field. The memories of the blissful
moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most
gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard
it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years,
when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen
our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few
and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to
me-perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return
to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much
I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will
whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused
you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would
I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness . . . But, O
Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those
they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the
darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon
your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing
temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think
I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again . . ".
Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first Battle of Bull Run,
July 21, 1861.
Is there no balm in Gilead?
"What do we do in the face of darkness and despair? Cry out, rage,
beat the breast, slam doors, let the anger be heard and the pain sing songs
of lament. Moan. Grieve. Do not let the justified wrath and
incomprehensible fury overcome you. Weep and cry. Curse and sob. Live the
anger rather than deny or diminish or renounce it. Let it live. Anger is
the last hiding place of our fears. And when anger is denied, it returns to
haunt and harass us as terrors that, in the end, destroy us. The fears that
erupt out of unlived anger are what foster retaliation and revenge. Surely
justice and the punishment of those who have broken our bodies and hearts
will happen. But more bloodshed and warfare will not bring back one of
those thousands of people who did nothing more than go to work or step into
an airplane that fateful day. The prophet asks the question: Is there a
balm in Gilead? Like us, he asks not where but if wounds can heal and the
breakage be repaired. Even in scripture, there is no definitive, satisfying
answer. But it was the writer of the great spiritual who turned such a
question into a resounding YES. Out of the darkest chapters of our nation's
annals of slavery, the victims refused to let their anger consume them in
fear but rather, out of that experience, forged a path toward healing.
There is a balm in Gilead."-- Based on Jeremiah 8:22, from Meditations
For A Time of Crisis, Forward Movement Publications
A Universal Meaning of the Cross of Christ
Paul saw deeply into the meaning of the cross. It represented to him the
greatest revelation yet of the heart of God. Paul did not consider Christ a
martyr, as if Jesus were saying, "See? Look what you made me do
because of your sin," hence, launching a global guilt trip for all
time. Nor did Paul view the cross as the lightening rod of God's wrath, as
if it were a means of "calming God down." Paul saw this in a much
deeper way. Among other things, the cross helps us to see our
"dependent" condition. Healthy dependence exists within healthy
community. Also, it shows God's heart toward us and his harmless character.
God "owns" his own truth; that is, he does not merely
intellectualize about the great human need for redemption. He can fully
empathize with us because God has "been here" among us. He was
willing to learn through experience that he could better serve us with
"first hand" and not "second hand" religion. The Cross
of Christ is a blessing for all. It is efficacious for all, regardless of
one's belief in it, or acceptance of, it. It requires nothing, not even
"belief" for it to be a blessing. It is the means by which the
Great Spirit has chosen to restore all the living to their place in the
family of God. All are finally blessed and benefited apart from their
knowledge or acceptance of it. The final, universal understanding of this
divine action will eventually elicit love from all in the human family, but
only in "due time" (1 Tim. 2:6), or as the writer of Ecclesiastes
put it: God "has made everything beautiful in its time" (Eccl.
The Only Way to Moral Purity
"That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to
break, blow, burn and make me new… Take me to You, imprison me, for Except
you enthrall me, never shall I be free, Nor ever chaste, except You ravish
me. --Batter My Heart, John Donne
How God Sees Me
"God doesn't see me the way I do…I look all the time into a
distorted mirror that exaggerates some features and makes others disappear.
God sees a true picture of me with all my faults and limitations, but more
than this He sees a picture of all the possibilities and potential I
hold…Sometimes God gives us glimpses of that picture to encourage us and
spur us on. For me it is a long process, but in the end it is all about becoming
God's picture of me."--Amy Carmichael
This is My Song
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
Oh God of all the nations:
This is my home, the country where my heart
is; here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine; but other
hearts in other lands are beating with hopes and dreams as true
and high as mine. My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine; but other lands have
sunlight too, and clover, and skies are everywhere as blue as
mine. O hear my song, thou God of all the nations, a song of
peace for their land and for mine. © From the hymn "This
is My Song" by Lloyd Stone; Music "Finlandia"
by Jean Sibelius.
Have You Touched The Face of God?
Chloe Z. Fox
Have you touched the face of God today,
Have you closed your eyes and searched?
Have you whispered to the unseen ears,
To the One who loved you first?
Have you felt the rain fall on your cheeks,
Has the wind blown through your hair?
Have you felt your heart still beating,
When the world just doesn't care?
Have you watched a baby laugh and smile, at what you cannot
Have you listened to the tiny voice, that whispers, "Come
Have you watched the moon rise o'er the hills,
Have you heard the night owl cry?
Have you watched the sun sink slowly down,
'til it sleeps beyond the sky?
Have you watched the dawn break o'er the crest, of the never
Have you reached your hand, to touch the clouds, have you listened
to the trees? Have you taken time, to stop and see, when all
around you dims?
Have you looked beyond the flesh and blood, have you grasped
the inner Him? Have you taken time, to listen close, when all
around you sings?
Have you looked for He who made you, have you gazed upon your
Have you touched the face of God today, have you searched your
heart to see?
If the face of God is what they'll find, when they look at you