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.
We live by days. They are the leaves folded back each night in the great volume that we write. They are our autobiography.
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.
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.
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?
During ‘Twixtmas, like Mary & Joseph having been busy about the Festival we may have lost the Child at the centre of it. How will we use the rest of the season to find the One who came to find us?
WE MUST not take the faults of our youth into our old age; for old age brings with it its own faults.
TO KNOW how to grow old is the master-work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
And the kingdom of heaven is of the childlike, of those who are easy to please, who love and who give pleasure.
The smiling Baby came to give us glee,
But for the weepers was the Saviour born.
May we, having witnessed the birth of the Babe of Bethlehem in our carols and our worship this night, become proclaimers of those same words to all those we meet this Christmas.
‘Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you;
he is the Messiah, the Lord.
Fear Not!’