Precept & Practice – JANUARY 7 – The High Calling
Is there anything more contemptible than the self-indulgent life of the rich to-day who stand by and see the perishing of the poor?
Author: suffolkvicar
A vicar from Suffolk who writes things down to stop him endlessly talking about them
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 6 – Life ; a Battlefield
To live for common ends is to be common—
The highest faith makes still the highest man ;
For we grow like the things our souls believe,
And rise or sink, as we aim, high or low.
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 5 – Faculties and Powers
There is no knowing whither God might call us, if we would only keep our minds, by His help, free and true to hear His bidding when it comes.
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 4 – An Blameless Life
Man’s heart is like a millstone, for ever swiftly at work, grinding its grist of thought and feeling and purpose. And, like a millstone, the heart will grind itself if it has nothing else to grind.
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 3 – A Heart of Joy
Thro’ this new year I pray Thee give to me
A heart of joy that can sing songs to Thee
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 2 – Imperial Will
The goal of yesterday will be the starting point of tomorrow.
Precept & Practice – JANUARY 1 – Between the New Year and the Old
We live by days. They are the leaves folded back each night in the great volume that we write. They are our autobiography.
Character and Conduct – 31 December – New Year’s Eve
in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Character and Conduct – 30 December – A Praye
Be patient still; suffer us yet a while longer; with our broken purposes of good, with our idle endeavours against evil, suffer us a while longer to endure, and (if it may be) help us to do better.
Character and Conduct – 29 December – The Love and Grace and Tenderness of Life
LIFE is sweet, brother… There’s night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon and stars, brother, all sweet things; there’s likewise the wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
Suffolk Vicar 