Whispers of His Power – JUNE 29
The life that does not shut up its compassion but loves in deed – in the doing of real things – this is first of all the life laid down.
The life that does not shut up its compassion but loves in deed – in the doing of real things – this is first of all the life laid down.
‘Let me be given to the wild beasts, for through them I can attain unto God. I am God’s wheat, and I am ground by the wild beasts that I may be found the pure bread of Christ.’
Only our hearts within us know
When they most broken be,
To that same garden we must go –
Gethsemane.
The Spirit is making intercession, and Christ our Lord ever liveth to make intercession, so we are not alone even when we seem to be alone.
Lord, we are Thy thorn-bushes, Thy nothings. O Fire of Love Eternal, Become whatsoever Thou pleasest, and keep us Thy humble thorn-bushes growing in the dust at Thy feet.
If someone opened a bag of gold coins and poured them out, saying, ‘Take what you can’ would there be any slackness about picking up those coins?
Whispers of His Power – JUNE 23 Gen. 48.14: And Israel stretched out his right hand, and laid it upon Ephraim’s head, who was the younger, and his left hand upon Manasseh’s head, guiding his hands wittingly; for Manasseh was the firstborn. Ps. 78.72: So he… guided them by the skilfulness of his hands. ‘Guiding his hands wittingly.’ Do… Continue reading Whispers of His Power – JUNE 23
Whispers of His Power – JUNE 22 Gen. 41.51-52: And Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh (Forgetting): For God, said he, hath made me forget all my toil… And the name of the second called he Ephraim (Fruitful): For God hath caused me to be fruitful in the land of my affliction. Phil 3.13-14: Forgetting those things… Continue reading Whispers of His Power – JUNE 22
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.