Saturday, July 23, 2005


My bills paid

Manifold are our sins against God. Whether the bill be little or great, the same receipt can discharge one as the other. The blood of Jesus Christ is as blessed and divine a payment for the transgressions of blaspheming Peter as for the shortcomings of loving John.


Act of Love

A bad action may be all the worse, because of the person who has committed it. When we sin, who are the chosen favorites of heaven, we sin with an emphasis; ours is a crying offence, because we are so peculiarly indulged. If an angel should lay his hand upon us when we are doing evil, he need not use any other rebuke than the question, “What thou? What dost thou here?” Much forgiven, much delivered, much instructed, much enriched, much blessed, shall we dare to put forth our hand unto evil? God forbid!


Tuesday, July 12, 2005



I got up early one morning
And rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn’t have time to pray

Problems just tumbled about me,
And heavier came each task.
"why doesn’t God help me?"
I wondered. He answered.
"You didn’t ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, grey and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said,
"but you didn’t seek".

I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn’t knock"

I woke up early this morning,
And paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take time to pray.




Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea.
Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered;
Grant me now my soul's petition,
None of self, and all of Thee.


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