Sunday, September 30, 2012

I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say

I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one, stoop down, and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, “I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright.”
I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk, till traveling days are done.

~Words: Horatius Bonar & Music: John Dykes

Friday, September 28, 2012

Where He Wills

“No enthusiasm will ever stand the strain that Jesus Christ will put upon His worker, only one thing will, and that is a personal relationship to Himself which has gone through the mill of His spring-cleaning until there is only one purpose left--I am here for God to send me where He will.”
~Oswald Chambers

Thursday, September 27, 2012

On the razor-edge...

“I've never forgotten for long at a time that living is struggle. I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for—whether it's a field, or a home, or a country.”
~Thornton Wilder

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Christian Saint

“The saint is a medicine because he is an antidote. Indeed that is why the saint is often a martyr; he is mistaken for a poison because he is an antidote. He will generally be found restoring the world to sanity by exaggerating whatever the world neglects, which is by no means always the same element in every age. Yet each generation seeks its saint by instinct; and he is not what the people want, but rather what the people need. This is surely the very much mistaken meaning of those words to the first saints, ‘Ye are the salt of the earth,’ which caused the Ex-Kaiser to remark with all solemnity that his beefy Germans were the salt of the earth; meaning thereby merely that they were the earth's beefiest and therefore best. But salt seasons and preserves beef, not because it is like beef; but because it is very unlike it. Christ did not tell his apostles that they were only the excellent people, or the only excellent people, but that they were the exceptional people; the permanently incongruous and incompatible people; and the text about the salt of the earth is really as sharp and shrewd and tart as the taste of salt. It is because they were the exceptional people, that they must not lose their exceptional quality. ‘If salt lose its savour, wherewith shall it be salted?’ is a much more pointed question than any mere lament over the price of the best beef. If the world grows too worldly, it can be rebuked by the Church; but if the Church grows too worldly, it cannot be adequately rebuked for worldliness by the world.”
~G. K. Chesterton

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Bless What Eludes My Grasp

Lord, so many things skitter through my mind,
and I give chase to gather them
              and hold them up in a bunch to You,
but they go this way and that
              while I go that way and this...

So, gather me up instead
and bless what eludes my grasp but not Yours:

...Lord, the people ...bless the people:
              birthday people,
                            giving birth people,
                                          being born people;
              conformed people,
                            dying people,
                                          dead people;
              hostaged people,
                            banged up people,
                                          held down people;
              leader people,
                            lonely people,
                                          limping people;
              hungry people,
                            surfeited people,
                                          indifferent people;
              first world people,
                            second world people,
                                          third world people;
              one world people,
                            Your people,
                                          all people.
Bless them, Lord.
Bless what eludes my grasp
       but not Yours. Amen.

~Ted Loder

Monday, September 24, 2012

A Good Laugh

“...a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity. So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.”
~Herman Melville (Moby Dick, or, The Whale)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Prayer of Abandonment

My Father, I abandon myself to You,
do with me as You will.
Whatever You do with me,
I thank You.
I am prepared for anything,
I accept everything,
provided Your will is fulfilled in me
and in all Your creatures.
I wish no more than this, my God.
Into Your hands I commend my soul;
I offer it to You with all the love of my heart.
For me, it is a necessity of love,
this gift of myself,
this placing myself in Your hands,
without reserve,
in boundless confidence,
for You are my Father.
~Charles de Foucauld

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Meditation and Water

“...What do you see?--Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster--tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand--miles of them--leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues--north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?

Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries--stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.”

~Herman Melville (Moby Dick, or, The Whale)

Thursday, September 20, 2012

You Sustain It

“Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions...And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me, the throng's clamor recedes: the mystery that there is anything, anything at all, let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything, rather than void: and that, O Lord, Creator, Hallowed One, You still hour by hour sustain it.”
~Denise Levertov

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


“I realize it is not the trials that break us and make us weak. It is low expectations.”
~Stephen Tobolowsky

Monday, September 17, 2012

Teach Me Thy Way, O Lord

Teach me Thy way, O Lord, teach me Thy way!
Thy guiding grace afford, teach me Thy way!
Help me to walk aright, more by faith, less by sight;
Lead me with heav’nly light, teach me Thy way!

When I am sad at heart, teach me Thy way!
When earthly joys depart, teach me Thy way!
In hours of loneliness, in times of dire distress,
In failure or success, teach me Thy way!

When doubts and fears arise, teach me Thy way!
When storms o’erspread the skies, teach me Thy way!
Shine through the cloud and rain, through sorrow, toil and pain;
Make Thou my pathway plain, teach me Thy way!

Long as my life shall last, teach me Thy way!
Where’er my lot be cast, teach me Thy way!
Until the race is run, until the journey’s done,
Until the crown is won, teach me Thy way!

~Words & Music: Benjamin Ramsey

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Food for Thought

“Strive to acquire the virtues you think your brothers lack, and then you will no longer see their defects, because you yourselves will not have them.”
~St. Augustine

“Take heed not to foster thy own judgment, for, without doubt, it will inebriate thee; as there is no difference between an intoxicated man and one full of his own opinion, and one is no more capable of reasoning than the other.”
~St. Francis de Sales

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Servant

5 The Lord God has opened My ear;
And I was not rebellious,
Nor did I turn away.
6 I gave My back to those who struck Me,
And My cheeks to those who plucked out the beard;
I did not hide My face from shame and spitting.

7 “For the Lord God will help Me;
Therefore I will not be disgraced;
Therefore I have set My face like a flint,
And I know that I will not be ashamed.
8 He is near who justifies Me;
Who will contend with Me?
Let us stand together.
Who is My adversary?
Let him come near Me.
9 Surely the Lord God will help Me;
Who is he who will condemn Me?

~Isaiah 50:5-9a

Monday, September 10, 2012

Patience & Impatience

“We are faced with a course of happening, a sequence of events in time, which is not of our making and which we cannot alter except within certain rather closely set bounds. We may not subvert its essential structure.

...The impatient man insists on ignoring this reality; he behaves as though it were in his power to make the trees grow more quickly and the earth revolve more quickly around the sun. Impatience renders us hard, unkind, masterful, and in some circumstances, violent. It always implies a loss of depth.

...a loveless rebuke sometimes amounts to a greater evil before God than a measure of lost time.

...Above all, the true Christian never pretends to a false position of supremacy over the universe. Indeed, Christian patience issues from religio: the consciousness of being a creature of God, whose property we are, without whom we can achieve nothing, and in whose hands all our endeavors, actions, and accomplishments are placed. The true Christian assents to his creaturely dependence on God, and consciously derives from it the informing principle of his life. ‘My days are in Thy hands’ (Psalm 31:15).

...For every deep, fateful word there is a fullness of time in which alone it can be legitimately and fruitfully spoken. Anticipate it hastily by acting without discretion, and your utterance of it will be shadowy, devoid of maturity, and invalid. Again, let the ‘destined hour’ pass unused, and you will no longer be able to speak that word except in an empty and purely formal fashion.

...For only in the measure that we have surrendered our inmost being to God do we possess ourselves. the attitude of patience we emphatically let God act, thus allowing all things to unfold from above — as proceeding from their Origin — and by so experiencing their operation again render to God what is God’s.

...He alone who possesses patience — encompassed by disappointments, worn down by defeats, painfully aware of the narrowness of the road to salvation — can yet give proof of the constancy demanded by God, and hold on to the one thing necessary with a devotion not only unflagging but ever increasing.”
~Dietrich von Hildebrand

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Lift High The Cross

Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim,
Till all the world adore His sacred Name.

Led on their way by this triumphant sign,
The hosts of God in conquering ranks combine.


Each newborn servant of the Crucified
Bears on the brow the seal of Him Who died.


O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree,
As Thou hast promised, draw the world to Thee.


So shall our song of triumph ever be:
Praise to the Crucified for victory.


~Words: George Kitchin & Music: Sydney Nicholson

Thursday, September 6, 2012


“People of our time are losing the power of celebration. Instead of celebrating we seek to be amused or entertained. Celebration is an active state, an act of expressing reverence or appreciation. To be entertained is a passive state--it is to receive pleasure afforded by an amusing act or a spectacle... Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.”
~Abraham Heschel

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

from Diary of an Old Soul

I clasp Thy feet, O Father of the living!
Thou wilt not let my fluttering hopes be more,
Or lovelier, or greater, than Thy giving!
Surely Thy ships will bring to my poor shore,
Of gold and peacocks such a shining store
As will laugh all the dreams to holy scorn,
Of love and sorrow that were ever born.
~George MacDonald

Sunday, September 2, 2012

All is Gained

“O Jesus, let me frequently and attentively consider whatsoever I gain, if I lose Thee, all is lost; and whatsoever I lose, if I gain Thee, all is gained.”
~Richard Whitford