Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 29
…if there is a bridge over the River of the Water of Life and you are not allowed to play Poohsticks can the place really be named Paradise?
…if there is a bridge over the River of the Water of Life and you are not allowed to play Poohsticks can the place really be named Paradise?
No one can be plucked out of the Saviour’s hands who still struggles towards Him, however feebly and falteringly.
…when you shrink from bearing your fellow-creatures’ transgressions, it shows that your love is small.
She was kind when she remembered them, but her heart was where her treasure was…
My fear of God is deeply ingrained and I weep that some ministers continue to preach judgement and rejection instead of welcome and redemption.
…Tender and loving, in sympathy with the lowliest, forbearing with the most unreasonable, often interrupted, but never resenting, the sacrifice of self crowning all.
As a Gobby Vicar (Owl may be another of my patron ‘saints’!) I love the sound of my own voice and never pass up an opportunity to tell others what God really wants us (well, others) to do. I know that daily I need to stop, smell the petrichor, and listen to the voice of Our Beloved saying ‘Where are you’?
LOVE cannot be content while any suffer,
Eventually he learns that his real ‘treasure’ is not to be found in ten (or even 10 hundred) pots of honey but instead it is amongst his friends in the 100 Aker Wood.
Spiritual statistics are unknown in the Gospels: they came in with St. Peter in the pardonable intoxication of success: they have since grown to be a mania.