Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
1Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
2Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
3Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
4Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
5Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
6The LORD executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.
7He made known his ways unto Moses, his acts unto the children of Israel.
8The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.
9He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.
10He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
11For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
12As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
13Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
14For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
For some reason, today's poem from Poetry Daily struck me. So beautiful. I love that it's a
poem titled life, that it's about rain which is life from heaven, that it's also a love poem, and
that it's got these awesome little French phrases throughout. I like the grounds/grinds/ground
repetition. I like the wind sowing its thoughts as rain. I like coffee being beans for our
morning cup. I really don't know what 'white lies' refers to in the last stanza, but would
love to hear suggestions.
La Vie By Aaron Belz
It rains, il pleut, all over
my grounds. It blows,
le vent, the treetops around.
I love mon papillon
as she's waking up
among twisted sheets;
I love ma belle
as she grinds beans
for our morning cup.
Cher vent, come sow
your thoughts in the ground.
Bring us de l'eau,
coarse trees, fresh streets,
white lies—old hat
under these new skies.
Friday, August 6, 2010
According to Bede, Caedmon, a herdsman at a monastery, would leave the monks celebrating with feasting and song to join the animals, because he had no talent with songs. There, one night, he had a dream or a vision, in which he was given the gift of poetry and told to sing principium creaturarum, "the beginning of created things." He is the earliest-known English poet.
All others talked as if
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
when someone accuses without good reason or evidence (forgetting 2 or 3 witnesses, and that one side always seems right until you hear the other side, and that only God knows the heart and intentions)
when parents ignore the voices of their children, that might be repetitious or whiny, or before the kid is old enough to speak clear english, or is simply full of too many questions (forgetting that the kingdom of heaven is for people like this, and that they are the source of everything to these 2-and-3ft tall information-sponges, and that communication now matters for communication 10 years from now)
when parents speak harshly and/or degradingly to their children, because the adult is under stress, the kid needs straitened out, or this is how the adult speaks to everyone and the kid should be used to it (forgetting the gravity of stumbling one of the least of these, and that being named stupid or bratty can become self-fulfilling just as all names can)
when someone speaks thoughtlessly and cruelly and then acts as though a quick "sorry" or "that's not what I meant" can erase it (forgetting that out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, and that we are to be slow to speak for a reason, and that sharp words are like poison that goes down into the innermost parts, and cannot be simply apologized for and coated with sugar to cancel their deadliness)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Unresolved issues are not unresolved in the mind of God.
This is what the LORD says: When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfil my gracious promise to bring you back to this place.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
I will be found by you, declares the LORD, and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you, declares the LORD, and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.