Precept and Practice – NOVEMBER 7 – The Evidence of a Christian Life
The best evidence of the truth of Christianity is the evidence of a simple, honest, earnest Christian.
The best evidence of the truth of Christianity is the evidence of a simple, honest, earnest Christian.
The tendency of the religious of all times has been to care more for religion than for humanity…..
Commonplace Christianity is often a very poor and trivial affair; an affair of ceremonies and opinions and feelings;
[the Invisible Church] is a great fellowship of those who have lived for others and not for themselves, for the truth and not for the opinion of men only, above the world and not merely in it.
Day follows day, and on each day we are, by the silent energy of our example, either loosening or strengthening the faith of our children, our servants, and our friends.
Precept and Practice – NOVEMBER 2 – The Secret Place of the Almighty And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue… Continue reading Precept and Practice – NOVEMBER 2 – The Secret Place of the Almighty
Precept and Practice – NOVEMBER 1 – The Pure in Heart Shall see God Is it not promised for ever to the pure in heart that they shall see God? Let any true man go into silence; strip himself of all pretence, and selfishness, and sensuality, and sluggishness of soul; lift off thought after thought, passion after passion, till… Continue reading Precept and Practice – NOVEMBER 1 – The Pure in Heart Shall see God
When we finally learn that the pain of death is the brith pangs of the life after life, then we will dance… and not care if we are naked!
Sainthood for Dummies!
To be a saint is the everyday task of the Christian. However tradition dictates that we can only become saints once we have died. Learning to die is the key to learning to live.
Amid the clamour of dissonant theologies, let us sit then, with a composed love, at the feet of him who pointed to the way