Friday, July 30, 2010

Tell Him

“Tell God all that is in your heart, as one unloads one’s heart, its pleasures and its pains, to a dear friend. Tell Him your troubles, that He may comfort you; tell Him your joys, that He may sober them; tell Him your longings, that He may purify them; tell Him your dislikes, that He may help you to conquer them; talk to Him of your temptations, that He may shield you from them; show Him the wounds of your heart, that He may heal them; lay bare your indifference to good, your depraved tastes for evil, your instability. Tell Him how self-love makes you unjust to others, how vanity tempts you to be insincere, how pride disguises you to yourself as to others. If you thus pour out all your weaknesses, needs, troubles, there will be no lack of what to say. You will never exhaust the subject. It is continually being renewed. People who have no secrets from each other never want for subjects of conversation. They do not weigh their words, for there is nothing to be held back; neither do they seek for something to say. They talk out of the abundance of the heart, without consideration, just what they think. Blessed are they who attain to such familiar, unreserved intercourse with God.”
~François Fénelon

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Couple of Thoughts

“If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain as he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.”

“No one would talk much in society if he knew how often he misunderstands others.”
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Ivory Palaces

My Lord has garments so wondrous fine,
And myrrh their texture fills;
Its fragrance reached to this heart of mine
With joy my being thrills.


Out of the ivory palaces,
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.

His life had also its sorrows sore,
For aloes had a part;
And when I think of the cross He bore,
My eyes with teardrops start.


His garments too were in cassia dipped,
With healing in a touch;
Each time my feet in some sin have slipped,
He took me from its clutch.


In garments glorious He will come,
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heav’nly home,
To dwell forevermore.


~Words & Music: Henry Barraclough

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Grace Which Our Souls Seek

“For the highest form of prayer is to the goodness of God. It comes down to us to meet our humblest needs. It gives life to our souls and makes them live and grow in grace and virtue. It is near in nature and swift in grace, for it is the same grace which our souls seek and always will.”
~St. Julian of Norwich

Monday, July 26, 2010

Jesus! What a Friend for Sinners

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.


Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.


Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.


Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry.


Jesus! I do now adore Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.


~Words: J. Wilbur Chapman & Music: Rowland Prichard

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Morning Prayer

“To-day, O Lord—
let me put right before interest:
let me put others before self:
let me put the things of the spirit before the things of the body:
let me put the attainment of noble ends above the enjoyment of present pleasures:
let me put principle above reputation:
let me put Thee before all else.

O Thou the reflection of whose transcendent glory did once appear unbroken in the face of Jesus Christ, give me to-day a heart like His—a brave heart, a true heart, a tender heart, a heart with great room in it, a heart fixed on Thyself; for His name’s sake.
~John Baillie

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


“The …shepherd watched them meander across the slopes as they fed on the grass. How small their lives, he thought. Perfect circles in time: birth, fruition, a brief life, then death. A whole giving of self: wool, lambs, meat. A sacrificial life.”
~Michael O’Brien

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Ain’t Got Time To Die

Lord, I keep so busy praisin’ my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin’ my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin’ my Jesus
Ain’t got time to die

‘Cause when I’m healin’ de sick
When I’m healin’ de sick
When I’m healin’ de sick
‘Cause it takes all o’ ma time
All o’ ma time
To praise my Lord
If I don’t praise Him de rocks gonter cry out
Glory an’ honor

Lord, I keep so busy workin’ fer de Kingdom
Keep so busy workin’ fer de Kingdom…
Ain’t got time to die
‘Cause when I’m feedin de po’…
I’m workin’ fer de Kingdom…
Ain’t got time to die

Lord, I keep so busy servin’ my Master
Keep so busy servin’ my Master
Ain’t got time to die
‘Cause when I’m givin’ my all…
I’m servin’ my Master…
Ain’t got time to die

~Spiritual by Hall Johnson

Monday, July 12, 2010

God's Plans

“The whole trouble is that – literally – we do not know what is good for us; and what makes the trouble still worse is that we think we do. We have our own plans for our happiness, and too often we merely regard God as somebody who will help us to accomplish them. The true state of affairs is just the opposite. God has His plans for our happiness, and He is waiting for us to help Him to accomplish them. And let us be quite clear about it: We cannot improve on God's plans.”
~M. Eugene Boylan

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Love of Christ

"Ecstasy and delight are essential to the believer's soul and they promote sanctification. We are not meant to live without spiritual exhilaration... The believer is in spiritual danger if he allows himself to go for any length of time without tasting the love of Christ... When Christ ceases to fill the heart with satisfaction, our souls will go in silent search of other lovers."
~Maurice Roberts

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Lead, Kindly Light

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!

Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.

~Words: John Henry Newman (1-3), Edward Bickersteth, Jr. (4) & Music: John Dykes

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


"We are all deaf. The way of emptiness teaches us to hear."
~Michael O'Brien from Strangers and Sojourners

Monday, July 5, 2010


“A frequent mistake about mercy, one which hides its mystery, is to believe that it is a mere subjective attitude. That kind of mercy is not terribly costly. To change one’s mind from seeking revenge to seeking the enemy’s good is to give up only a moral headache. But real mercy is more objective and more costly than that. It forgives debts that are objectively real, not subjectively imagined, debts that must be paid.

For mercy goes beyond justice, but does not undercut it. If I forgive you the one hundred dollar debt you owe me, that means I must use one hundred dollars more of my own money to pay my creditors. I cannot make you really one hundred dollars richer without making myself one hundred dollars poorer. If the debt is objectively real, it must be paid; and if it is my mercy that dismisses your debt, I must pay it. That is the reason why Christ had to die, why God could not simply say, ‘Forget it.’ He said, instead, ‘Forgive it.’ And that meant that if we did not pay it, He had to Himself.

Thus mercy is costly. Look what it cost God: the infinitely precious life of His own Son.

And that is no exception, no freak, but the paradigm of mercy; thus we can expect mercy to cost us something, too. Mercy is a minus.

That is the reason why it is paradoxical and surprising to hear Christ say that mercy is a plus, that the merciful are blessed.”
~Peter Kreeft

Saturday, July 3, 2010

The Healer

“[He] began to collect enigma as diligently as he pursued his collection of mounted birds’ eggs. He was filled with as much wonder as he had found in those creatures that were born to fly upward, but a measure of pain and puzzlement was added. The unexplained, the tormented, that which had careened off its natural flight path, that which was lost, he wished to find and to restore. Or at least to fit together the broken pieces to see what they would form. Many characters were mounted in his specimen box.”
~Michael O’Brien from Strangers and Sojourners

Friday, July 2, 2010

Come Down

Oh, that You would rend the heavens!
That You would come down!
That the mountains might shake at Your presence--
As fire burns brushwood,
As fire causes water to boil--
To make Your name known to Your adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at Your presence!
When You did awesome things for which we did not look,
You came down,
The mountains shook at Your presence.
For since the beginning of the world
Men have not heard nor perceived by the ear,
Nor has the eye seen any God besides You,
Who acts for the one who waits for Him.
You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness,
Who remembers You in Your ways.
~Isaiah 64:1-5a