“The secret of tranquility is the presence of Christ. When He is in the boat the waves calm themselves…if you and I are conscious of restlessness, interruptions of our tranquility by surging, impatient passions and hot desires within ourselves, or by the pressure of outward circumstances, or by having fallen beneath our consciences and done […]Read More A Walk on the Waves
“O, God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.” —An Old Breton Fishermen’s prayer, from a plaque on President John F. Kennedy’s desk God can seem dark and vast, stormy, dangerous and overwhelming—like the churning sea. But like the sea, He’s also encompassing—unpredictable at times—but His love and grace fill the deep, […]Read More Prayer on a President’s Desk
“When God alone is with us in the strange, trackless forests of what we really are, there is potential for us to do or say all sorts of unpleasant things. Take heart. Whatever those things might be, he will forgive us, as long as we extend the same courtesy to others.” —Adrian Plass Forgiving others […]Read More Forgiving the Unforgivable
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle [you know nothing about].” —Ian McLaren We impact every person we meet—there’s no stopping it. When we’re indifferent, people feel it—and often learn it—from us. The same thing is true when we’re kind, compassion and loving—people feel it and learn it—from us. That’s how […]Read More The Mosquito in Your Room
(An Elementary School teacher’s poem…) He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done; “Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher, I’ve spoiled this one?” I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted, Gave him a new one, all unspotted; And into his tired heart I cried, “Do better […]Read More When You’ve Wrecked Your Day…
My favorite poem (to be read in the meter of my favorite poet—Dr. Seuss)… When I Became A Christian by Adrian Plass When I became a Christian I said, Lord, now fill me in, Tell me what I’ll suffer in this world of shame and sin. He said, your body may be killed, and left to rot […]Read More My Favorite Poem. Ever.
Sometimes God is hard to see. “Where is God in my darkness?” people cry, and understandably so. Yet even the night cannot contain Him… “As the rain hides the stars, as the autumn mist hides the hills, happenings of my lot hide the shining of Thy face from me. Yet, if I may hold Thy hand in the darkness, it is enough; since I […]Read More Holding Hands in the Dark