Saturday, March 28, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
"I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision"
"The only test as to whether we ought to allow an emotion to have its way is to see what the outcome of the emotion will be. Push it to its logical conclusion, and if the outcome is something God would condemn, allow it no more sway. But if it be an emotion kindled by the Spirit of God and you do not let that emotion have its right issue in your life, it will react on a lower level. The higher the emotion is, the deeper the degradation will be, if it is not worked out on its proper level. If the Spirit of God has stirred you, make as many things inevitable as possible, let the consequences be what they will. We cannot stay on the mount of transfiguration, but we must obey the light we received there; we must act it out. When God gives a vision, transact business on that line, no matter what it costs."
-- Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
-- Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Faith that has Stood the Test
"The final stage in the life of faith is attainment of character. There are many passing transfigurations of character; when we pray we feel the blessing of God enwrapping us and for the time being we are changed, then we get back to ordinary days and ways and the glory vanishes. The life of faith is not a life of mounting up with wings, but a life of walking and not fainting. It is not a question of sanctification, but of something infinitely further on than sanctification, of faith that has been tried and proved and has stood the test."
-- Andrew Murray
-- Andrew Murray
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
You Really Got A Hold On Me - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
I don't know what's going on. Just been digging on Motown lately.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
I got two babies, I got two babies...
Finally got to see Hanna. It's surprising how easy it is to slip back into that role: taking care of them, solving problems, buying things they need, making sure they get enough kisses....
Friday, March 13, 2015
Dad Competes In Triathlon With Daughter Who Has Cerebral Palsy

"She functions like a 3-month-old, and one of the very few things that we know she enjoys is being outside, being in the water, feeling the breeze in her hair and in her face," van Beek, 39, told Midland Daily News.Now that's love.
So, in 2008, van Beek -- then terribly out of shape and a heavy smoker -- decided he would start training for outdoor races.
In his blog, van Beek admits that getting into shape was initially extremely difficult.
However, he was determined to live a healthier life for Maddy and to share the fruits of that labor with her.
"I run for and with my daughter,"
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Bonhoeffer on Sorrow
"...they [Christians] do not go out of their way to look for suffering, or try to contract out of it by adopting an attitude of contempt and disdain. They simply bear the suffering which comes their way as they try to follow Jesus Christ, and bear it for his sake. Sorrow cannot tire them or wear them down, it cannot embitter them or cause them to break down under the strain; far from it, for they bear their sorrow in the strength of him who bears them up, who bore the whole suffering of the world upon the cross."
-- Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Living TogetherI came across this as part of an old post, while going back through my blog looking for something else. And realized that I needed to be reminded of it. It's soooo easy to slip into that place of self-protective contempt and disdain, which is the first step on the path of hardness of heart, which will eventually lead you into Hell. That is, the Hell of being truly Alone here on earth, to which the actual Hell is just the natural consummation.
"It was as if the splendour of her eyes had grown too much for them to hold, and, sinking into her countenance, made it flash with a loveliness like that of Beatrice in the white rose of the redeemed. Life itself, life eternal, immortal, streamed from it, an unbroken lightning....Her beauty was overpowering; I was glad when she turned it from me."
-- George MacDonald, Lilith
-- George MacDonald, Lilith
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Hoʻoponopono

I just learned of this today. In their traditional culture, Hawaiians practice a ceremony of familial and community reconciliation, effecting "mental cleansing: family conferences in which relationships are set right through prayer, discussion, confession, repentance, and mutual restitution and forgiveness." 'Hoʻoponopono' is a combination of the words for moral uprightness and rectitude as a verb. The main feature of the ceremony is the parties repeating the prayer to each other:
"I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you."
Lovely.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Al Green - How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
I'm watching Notting Hill again for the first time in ages. Forgot what great writing it had. Favorite lines:
"There's this girl. And she's someone who can never be mine... It's as if I've taken love heroin, and can never have it again."
"Let's face facts: this was always a no-win situation. She's a goddess. You know what happens to mortals who get involved with the gods."
"Buggered, is it?"
"Every time."
"The thing is...with you I'm in real danger. It seems like a perfect situation--apart from that foul temper of yours. But, my relatively inexperienced heart would, I fear, not recover if I was, once again, cast aside, as I would absolutely expect to be. There are just too many pictures of you, too many films. You know, you'd go and I'd be...well, buggered, basically."
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Cross Purposes - George MacDonald
"It was very silent, and Alice disliked the silence more than the dimness,--so much, indeed, that she longed to hear Richard's voice. But she had always been so cross to him when he had spoken, that he thought it better to let her speak first, and she was too proud to do that. She would not even let him walk alongside of her, but always went slower when he wanted to wait for her; so that at last he strode on alone. And Alice followed. But by degrees the horror of silence grew upon her, and she felt at last as if there was no one in the universe but herself. The hall went on widening around her; their footsteps made no noise; the silence grew so intense that it seemed on the point of taking shape. At last she could bear it no longer. She ran after Richard, got up with him, and laid hold of his arm.
He had been thinking for some time what an obstinate, disagreeable girl Alice was, and wishing he had her safe home to be rid of her, when, feeling a hand, and looking round, he saw that it was the disagreeable girl. She soon began to be companionable after a fashion, for she began to think, putting everything together, that Richard must have been several times in Fairyland before now. 'It is very strange,' she said to herself; 'for he is quite a poor boy, I am sure of that. His arms stick out beyond his jacket like the ribs of his mother's umbrella. And to think of me wandering about Fairyland with him!'
The moment she touched his arm, They saw an arch of blackness before them. They had walked straight to a door--not a very inviting one, for it opened upon an utterly dark passage. Where there was only one door, however, there was no difficulty about choosing. Richard walked straight through it; and from the greater fear of being left behind, Alice faced the lesser fear of going in. In a moment they were in total darkness. Alice clung to Richard's arm, and murmured, almost against her will, 'Dear Richard!' It was strange that fear should speak like love; but it was in Fairyland. It was strange, too, that as soon as she spoke thus, Richard should fall in love with her all at once. But what was more curious still was, that, at the same moment, Richard saw her face. In spite of her fear, which had made her pale, she looked very lovely.
'Dear Alice!' said Richard, 'How pale you look!'
'How can you tell that, Richard, when all is as black as pitch?'
'I can see your face. It gives out light. Now I see your hands. Now I can see your feet. Yes, I can see every spot where you are going to--No, don't put your foot there. There is an ugly toad just there.'
The fact was, that the moment he began to love Alice, his eyes began to send forth light. What he thought came from Alice's face, really came from his eyes. All about her and her path he could see, and every minute saw better; but to his own path he was blind. He could not see his hand when he held it straight before his face, so dark was it. But he could see Alice, and that was better than seeing the way--ever so much."
-- George MacDonald, Cross Purposes
He had been thinking for some time what an obstinate, disagreeable girl Alice was, and wishing he had her safe home to be rid of her, when, feeling a hand, and looking round, he saw that it was the disagreeable girl. She soon began to be companionable after a fashion, for she began to think, putting everything together, that Richard must have been several times in Fairyland before now. 'It is very strange,' she said to herself; 'for he is quite a poor boy, I am sure of that. His arms stick out beyond his jacket like the ribs of his mother's umbrella. And to think of me wandering about Fairyland with him!'
The moment she touched his arm, They saw an arch of blackness before them. They had walked straight to a door--not a very inviting one, for it opened upon an utterly dark passage. Where there was only one door, however, there was no difficulty about choosing. Richard walked straight through it; and from the greater fear of being left behind, Alice faced the lesser fear of going in. In a moment they were in total darkness. Alice clung to Richard's arm, and murmured, almost against her will, 'Dear Richard!' It was strange that fear should speak like love; but it was in Fairyland. It was strange, too, that as soon as she spoke thus, Richard should fall in love with her all at once. But what was more curious still was, that, at the same moment, Richard saw her face. In spite of her fear, which had made her pale, she looked very lovely.
'Dear Alice!' said Richard, 'How pale you look!'
'How can you tell that, Richard, when all is as black as pitch?'
'I can see your face. It gives out light. Now I see your hands. Now I can see your feet. Yes, I can see every spot where you are going to--No, don't put your foot there. There is an ugly toad just there.'
The fact was, that the moment he began to love Alice, his eyes began to send forth light. What he thought came from Alice's face, really came from his eyes. All about her and her path he could see, and every minute saw better; but to his own path he was blind. He could not see his hand when he held it straight before his face, so dark was it. But he could see Alice, and that was better than seeing the way--ever so much."
-- George MacDonald, Cross Purposes
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