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Oh my debt of praise, how weighty is it, and how far run up! Oh that others would lend me read more
Oh my debt of praise, how weighty is it, and how far run up! Oh that others would lend me to pay, and teach me to praise!
Feast of Aelred of Hexham, Abbot of Rievaulx, 1167 Commemoration of Benedict Biscop, Abbot of Wearmouth, Scholar, 689 We read more
Feast of Aelred of Hexham, Abbot of Rievaulx, 1167 Commemoration of Benedict Biscop, Abbot of Wearmouth, Scholar, 689 We must alter our lives in order to alter our hearts, for it is impossible to live one way and pray another.
Commemoration of Giles of Provence, Hermit, c.710 Prayer enlarges the heart until it is capable of containing God's read more
Commemoration of Giles of Provence, Hermit, c.710 Prayer enlarges the heart until it is capable of containing God's gift of himself.
The symbol of the New Testament and the Christian Church is a cross, which stands for a love faithful despite read more
The symbol of the New Testament and the Christian Church is a cross, which stands for a love faithful despite physical agony and rejection by the world. No amount of air-conditioning and pew-cusioning in the suburban church can cover over the hard truth that the Christian life... is a narrow way of suffering; that discipleship is costly: that, for the faithful, there is always a cross to be carried. No one can understand Christianity to its depths who comes to it to enjoy it as a pleasant weekend diversion.
God is ever seeking to get down to us -- to be the divine man in us. And we are read more
God is ever seeking to get down to us -- to be the divine man in us. And we are ever saying, "That be far from Thee, Lord!" We are careful, in our unbelief, over the divine dignity, of which He is too grand to think. Better pleasing to God ... is the audacity of Job, who, rushing into His presence, and flinging the door of His presence-chamber to the wall, like a troubled -- it may be angry -- but yet faithful child, calls aloud in the ear of Him whose perfect Fatherhood he has yet to learn, "Am I a sea or a whale, that Thou settest a watch over me?"... The devotion of God to His creatures is perfect; He does not think about Himself, but about them; He wants nothing for Himself, but finds His blessedness in the outgoing of blessedness. Ah! it is a terrible -- shall it be a lonely glory, this? We will draw near with our human response, our abandonment of self in the faith of Jesus. He Lives Himself to us -- shall we not give ourselves to Him? Shall we not give ourselves to each other whom He loves?
God has not cared that we should anywhere have assurance of His very words; and that not merely, perhaps, because read more
God has not cared that we should anywhere have assurance of His very words; and that not merely, perhaps, because of the tendency in His children to word-worship, false logic, and corruption of the truth, but because He would not have them oppressed by words, seeing that words, being human, and therefore but partially capable, could not absolutely contain or express what the Lord meant, and that even He must depend for being understood upon the spirit of His disciple. Seeing that it could not give life, the letter should not be throned with power to kill.
God, though present everywhere, has His special residence, as being a pure Spirit, in our minds -- "In Him we read more
God, though present everywhere, has His special residence, as being a pure Spirit, in our minds -- "In Him we live, and move, and have our being". He is somewhere in the recesses of our soul, in the springs of our existence, a light in that mysterious region of our nature where the wishes, feelings, thoughts, and emotions take their earliest rise. The mind is a sanctuary, in the center of which the Lord sits enthroned, the lamp of consciousness burning before Him.
If man is not made for God, why is he not happy except in God? If man is made for read more
If man is not made for God, why is he not happy except in God? If man is made for God, why is he so opposed to God?
The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?
The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?