The Saviour of the World, in casual way,Drops words of our Salvation, links of chainLet down to draw us from that nether hellWhich is but our own self to itself left;“To believe is to be saved, but ye must will;”“I will,” we cry, and haste to make resolve,Spin ropes of sand can bear no work-day … Continue reading A Call to Worship & Attention
After writing this, I feel mentally inebriated, worn out, like I’ve birthed something. So, I apologize for the lame title. I just don’t have any creativity left. I was gonna go with “God Is In the Details,” but however applicable, it seemed trite. It may not be incredibly polished or profound, but I’ll admit my … Continue reading Art and God and Details
Oh who can tell the range of joyOr set the bounds of beauty?from “A Winter Blue Jay” by Sara Teasdale These two lines from a poem we read in Morning Time on Monday have been ringing in my ears all week. It tells the story of a couple out for a winter walk, admiring the … Continue reading Limitless
My Peace in the Puzzle 