Whispers of His Power – MAY 3
He is the Prince. Trust your Prince.
He is the Prince. Trust your Prince.
To Ramon Lull, who lived more than 600 years ago, crimson meant suffering. He did not ask that he might wear the crimson garment sometimes, but always. He wanted to be willing to die daily, ‘that his dress might be like that of his Beloved’.
Why do people think it is a dull thing to be a Christian?
Don’t let us slip into the expectation of the easy. It isn’t our appointed lot.
Hymns, little prayer-songs of our own, even the simplest of them, can sing us into His love. Or more truly, into the consciousness of His love for we are never for one moment out of it.
‘Feet accustomed to the road to God can find it in the dark’
It makes us feel ashamed of ever making much of any trouble. The heavenly people don’t. Our Lord never did.
Don’t wait till ‘something happens’ that we must pray about, but praise for every day that ‘nothing happens’.
Self must die – that is the message of the sponge.
For the quiet joy of Duty,
Praise, praise I sing,
For the commonplace and lowly,
Set with pleasure high and holy,
In each unromantic thing,
Praise, praise to Thee, my King.