Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Search me, O God,
And know my heart today;
Try me, O Savior,
Know my thoughts, I pray.
See if there be
Some wicked way in me;
Cleanse me from every sin
And set me free.
I praise Thee, Lord,
For cleansing me from sin;
Fulfill Thy Word,
And make me pure within.
Fill me with fire
Where once I burned with shame;
Grant my desire
To magnify Thy Name.
Lord, take my life,
And make it wholly Thine;
Fill my poor heart
With Thy great love divine.
Take all my will,
My passion, self and pride;
I now surrender, Lord
In me abide.
O Holy Ghost,
Revival comes from Thee;
Send a revival,
Start the work in me.
Thy Word declares
Thou wilt supply our need;
For blessings now,
O Lord, I humbly plead.
~Words: J. Edwin Orr; based on Psalm 139:23 & Music: Maori melody; arranged by Robert Douglas
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
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superstitions of nuthatches and finches,
heartbreak of robin’s eggs.
Tell me about that colour.
Not this mud-light tipped from a rain barrel,
this wet earth knotted into a rope,
loose twist of water,
loose twist of darkness.
No. This other,
this speckled light,
this fawn light born at dawn,
this sun light
peeking under rhubarb leaves,
and into windows.
Light of the meditative eye
reflective and peaceful,
Blessed wind breaks.
Let Him come.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
that grows longer as the sun
moves, drawn out
on a thread of wonder.
If I bear burdens
they begin to be remembered
as gifts, goods, a basket
of bread that hurts
my shoulders but closes me
in fragrance. I can
eat as I go.”
Monday, June 23, 2014
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises
With healing on His wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
In holy contemplation
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new;
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may!
It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens
Will give His children bread.
Though vine nor fig tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there:
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
O the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and how inscrutable His ways!
“For who has known the mind of the Lord,
or who has been His counselor?”
“Or who has given a gift to Him
that He might be repaid?”
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be glory for ever. Amen
Saturday, June 21, 2014
As much as I ever wanted
birdsong, a dying language
its rise and fall, its
as the body
You can never
get close enough
to the ground to pray
Long blue heron, sunslant
on the underwing
armfuls of butterfly weed
Holy, holy this morning, here
Friday, June 20, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Sometimes we wish our own heart would speak of that which made it heavy with wonder.”
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
The inquisitor says Jesus made himself too easy to reject by refusing to use these powers. In fact, the inquisitor pronounces, ‘if there has ever been on earth a real stupendous miracle, it took place on that day, on the day of the three temptations.’ By resisting those temptations, Jesus declined the use of coercive and manipulative tactics and provided the opportunity for a human decision made in freedom.
The desire to entertain and coerce – whether in the mega church, the multi-site campus, or the prayer meeting – nullifies the very freedom Christ came to establish. In his rejection of coercion, Jesus created the basis for human freedom...”
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
~G. K. Chesterton
Saturday, June 14, 2014
O God, Almighty Father,
Creator of all things,
The Heavens stand in wonder,
While earth Thy glory sings.
O most Holy Trinity,
Holy God, Mighty God,
God Immortal, be adored.
O Jesus, Word Incarnate,
Redeemer most adored,
All Glory, praise and honor,
Be Thine, our Sov'reign Lord.
O God, the Holy Spirit,
Who lives within our souls,
Send forth Thy light and lead us
To our eternal goal.
~Words: Anonymous (Trans. Irvin Udulutsch) & Music: Gott Vater Sei Gepriesen, Limburg Gesangbuch
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
We live in our own world,
A world that is too small
For you to stoop and enter
Even on hands and knees,
The adult subterfuge.
And though you probe and pry
With analytic eye,
And eavesdrop all our talk
With an amused look,
You cannot find the centre
Where we dance, where we play,
Where life is still asleep
Under the closed flower,
Under the smooth shell
Of eggs in the cupped nest
That mock the faded blue
Of your remoter heaven.
~R. S. Thomas
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night,
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness' and pardon's watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
~C. S. Lewis
Monday, June 9, 2014
The splendor of the setting sun,
These move my soul to wend its way,
And have done
With all we grasp and toil amongst and say.
The paling roses of a cloud,
The fading bow that arches space,
These woo my fancy toward my shroud;
Toward the place
Of faces veiled, and heads discrowned and bowed.
The nation of the awful stars,
The wandering star whose blaze is brief,
These make me beat against the bars
Of my grief;
My tedious grief, twin to the life it mars.
O fretted heart tossed to and fro,
So fain to flee, so fain to rest!
All glories that are high or low,
East or west,
Grow dim to thee who art so fain to go.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
And in our hearts take up Thy rest;
Come with Thy grace and heav’nly aid,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
O Comforter to Thee we cry,
Thou heav’nly gift of God most high;
Thou fount of life, and fire of love,
And sweet anointing from above,
And sweet anointing from above.
O Holy Ghost, through Thee alone,
Know we the Father and the Son;
Be this our firm unchanging creed,
That Thou dost from them both proceed,
That Thou dost from them both proceed.
Praise we the Lord, Father and Son,
And Holy Spirit with them one;
And may the Son on us bestow
All gifts that from the Spirit flow,
All gifts that from the Spirit flow.
~Words: Rhabanus Maurus & Louis Lambillotte
Friday, June 6, 2014
~1 Peter 5:6-11
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
He spied a thistle plant blooming against the back wall of a house and went over to it, very interested, as if it were a rose of Sharon. He held the prickly bloom in his hand and stared at it. I wondered if he was addled in his wits, for everyone knows thistles and hates them, and I would guess that he had seen more than enough of them even at so young an age. But you would think he had never seen one before. For the longest time he stood very quietly without moving, holding it. It makes me wince just thinking about it. Then his mother noticed and put down her jug and went to him. I went too. He turned and showed her the blossom he held in his hand. There were drops of blood on his fingertips. She said something to him, and he let it go. She wiped his hand with her apron.
Then he did the strangest thing. He bent over and kissed the blossom, and that must have hurt him. When he straightened up he turned toward the wall of the synagogue, which is just down the street from the well. He bowed to it. Then he smiled. He had a nice smile. His eyes were nice too...”
~Michael O’Brien (from the novel Theophilos)
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
"I answer that, ...gratitude regards the favor received according the intention of the benefactor; who seems be deserving of praise, chiefly for having conferred the favor gratis without being bound to do so. Wherefore the beneficiary is under a moral obligation to bestow something gratis in return. Now he does not seem to bestow something gratis, unless he exceeds the quantity of the favor received: because so long as he repays less or an equivalent, he would seem to do nothing gratis, but only to return what he has received. Therefore gratitude always inclines, as far as possible, to pay back something more."
~St. Thomas Aquinas
Monday, June 2, 2014
Among the principal effects which the fear of God works in the soul are detachment from created things, and an interior attitude of vigilance to avoid the least occasion of sin. The soul acquires a particular sensitivity to discern whatever can grieve the Holy Spirit (Eph 4:30).”
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.
~Words: Matthew Bridges & Music: George Elvey