• Make us Lord in Thee be Kind#

    29 November, 2017

    It is the heart that grips a man's walking stick, not his hands. His travels are according to his desires. Let's not ask of God for money-Let us live in Him, 'By grace'! Money did not keep this Jesus;All He had in Him, 'Dad's word';All He did and said was healing-Let…...[read more]

  • Of Virtue & Vice

    27 November, 2017

    The world as it stands is at apocalyptic odds with the God of the Cross. It is at very best curious to mankind when one pursues virtue against the tsunami that promotes vice Without a separation from this world that approaches God purity can never be understood, nor righteousness measured. There…...[read more]

  • Wisdom from an Unmeasured Patience

    26 November, 2017

    ​Countless seasons have waxed and waned with a necessary reliability, equal to my skill at learning slowly. From an unmeasured Divine patience I now shelter under these axioms: What the broken person flees to for refuge will become their grave, unless they flee to the Lord. Refuse to…...[read more]

  • The Mother of all Passions#

    14 November, 2017

    A disciple once approached Abba Agathon in his 'cell' (a hut or a cave where the desert monks lived) and inquired - I want to live with other brothers, tell me how to dwell with them? Abba Agathon answered - through all the days of your life keep the frame of mind of a stranger which you…...[read more]

  • A Parable of an Old Man#

    11 November, 2017

    An old man was sitting in his 'cell' (a hut or a cave where the desert monks lived) and a voice came to him which invited: come and I will show you the works of men. He rose up and followed. The voice led him to a certain place and showed him an Ethiopian cutting wood and making a great…...[read more]

  • Learning He Was Wrong

    6 November, 2017

    I saw a man who wore that shining necklace of pride. (See Psalm 73:6) Then I saw the same man both weak and knowledgeable. He sought humility and found God. It was from deep despair that his necklace fell. Painfully this now sober soul had learned that a humble heart is far better than a strong…...[read more]

  • The Child is Father to the Man

    5 November, 2017

    My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is Father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety. (William Wordsworth, 1802) How a boy's…...[read more]

  • My Sins Run Out Behind Me

    23 October, 2017

    Sadly, I am a skilled gardener. Too often I have potted life in the rich soils of poor judgements. This dirt I have watered well and fertilized frequently. Criticisms I became familiar with, my goings out and my comings in; harsh thoughts the fodder of my mind. The unkind, but not unheard, depths…...[read more]

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