Christa[1] Unexpected I am a member of the Third Order of the Society of St Francis[2]. At a recent meeting one of our group, who keeps their Spiritual Journal by writing poetry, encouraged all of us to write a poem there and then. These were my words. On a Wednesday midweek I first glimpsed you. Or was… Continue reading Christa Unexpected – A Poem
There is no such thing as ‘love’s labour lost’ with Him.
Can our Lord Jesus count on us to be His men of Zebulun who love with the love that sets no limitations, keeps nothing back?
Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you,
And be not afraid – carry on – for I am with you.
…and he delighteth in his way.
I have loved thee with an everlasting love, means that.
our heartfelt words may, if we are not careful, be perceived as heartless…
If only you will turn your eyes from yourself to Me, your God and your eternal Lover, then I shall be free to sow My shining seeds on either side of your path….
Out of the midst of His pains He thought of others, only of others.
Suffolk Vicar 