Jul 27 2012

Friday Florilegium

To love God “with all our heart,” is to know the spiritual passion of measureless gratitude for loving-kindness, and self-devotedness to goodness;

to love Him “with all our mind,” is to know the passion for Truth that is the enthusiasm of Science, the passion for Beauty that inspires the poet and the artist, when all truth and beauty are regarded as the self-revealings of God;

to love Him “with all our soul,” is to know the saint’s rapture of devotion and gaze of penitential awe into the face of the All-holy…

to love Him “with all our strength,” is the supreme spiritual passion that tests the rest; the passion for reality, for worship in spirit and in truth, for being what we adore, for doing what we know to be God’s word; the loyalty that exacts the living sacrifice, the whole burnt-offering that is our reasonable service, and in our coldest hours keeps steadfast to what seemed good when we were aglow.

–John Hamilton Thom (1816-1872), pastor

 

 

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Jul 20 2012

Friday Florilegium

Ideas are clean.

They soar in the serene supernal.

I can take them out and look at them,

they fit in a book, they lead me down that narrow way.

And in the morning they are there.

Ideas are straight.

 

But the world is round,

and a messy mortal is my friend.

 

Come walk with me in the mud.

 

-Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself

 

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Jul 19 2012

Every Thursday, Thanksgiving

 

Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond…

778. A lovely bouquet

779. A sad gratitude: I walked down Queen Anne Ave last night and mourned the closing of Metropolitan Market, also known as Thriftway back in the day. If Bethany was my home (you can see the steeple in the background)–and it seemed like it when I lived next door in intentional community–then Met Market was was my kitchen. This store, now an empty shell, has so many good memories attached to it. When I lived on the Hill, I daily ran over for dinner fixings. I loved getting chef-cooked samples of new recipes, and the yearly peach festival.

It was also the go-to place for flowers on Queen Anne and many birthday and dinner bouquets were lovingly wrapped in brown paper and tied with raffia ribbon by their staff.

780. Riding to Gold Basin with new friend Julie. I was enjoying our conversation so much we missed the turn-off and went 20 miles in the wrong direction…but the right one in every other way!

781. A unhurried and beautiful hike with Jane to Kalcema Lake.

Vapor off the melting snow. Mountain waterfalls. A pristine lake. Great conversation. And then an impromptu stop at Green Gables for 60 cent coffee and a dry place to wait out the rain.

782. A wonderful Wednesday with Kimberlee and the kids. A morning turned to lunch to afternoon tea to dinner.

783. A couple of blissful hours cleaning and arranging the Bethany prayer room, making a bouquet, and creating a peaceful space that will hopefully welcome people to take a moment of quiet and pray.

What are you thankful for this week? Might you share with us 1 or 2 gratitudes in the comments so we can rejoice with you?

Join Kimberlee and I as we give thanks together.

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Jul 13 2012

Friday Florilegium

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After the benediction comes the battle. The time of testing that marks and mightily enriches a soul’s spiritual career is not an ordinary one, but a a period when all hell seems let loose, a period when we realize our souls are brought into a net, when we know that God is permitting us to be in the devil’s hand. But it is a period which always ends in certain triumph for those who have committed the keeping of their souls to Him, a period of marvelous “nonetheless afterward” of abundant usefulness, the sixty-fold that surely follows. –Aphra White

You meant to do me harm, but God meant it for good…–Genesis 50:20

For the Accuser of our brothers and sisters,
who accuses them before our God day and night,
has been hurled down.
They triumphed over him
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony; –Revelation 12:10-11

The call to commitment is a call not to add something more to your already busy schedule, but to let go of some things that prevent you from experiencing the joy of the Lord in service. –Stewardship

The closer you get to achieving your goal, the stronger the forces pulling you away become, the louder your brain protests, and the more urgently you want to revert to old patterns. –Peter Senge, The Fifth Discipline

The real work in raising the bar is to stop doing the same old thing you’ve done, to try out new strategies, to ignore false alarms, to resist the urge to quit, and to refuse to fall back into the familiar terrain.–Barbara Stanny, Secrets of Six-Figure Women

Insanity is doing the same thing, the same way, over and over, and expecting different results. –anon.

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Jul 12 2012

Every Thursday, Thanksgiving

Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond…

774. A house- and pet sitting: Lucy…

775. Sam Sam…

776. Bentley…

777. Thunder and lightning in Seattle this morning. (For those of you unfamiliar with the area, we get thunderstorms maybe once every year or two, one of the things I miss about Texas and Minnesota.)

What are you thankful for this week? Might you share with us 1 or 2 gratitudes in the comments so we can rejoice with you?

Join Kimberlee and I as we give thanks on Thursdays together.


Jul 6 2012

Friday Florilegium

 

It matters not where or what we are, only we be His servants.

They are happy who have a wide field and great strength to fulfill His missions of compassion; and they, too, are blessed who, in sheltered homes and narrow ways of duty, wait upon Him in lowly services of love.

Wise or simple, gifted or slender in knowledge, in the world’s gaze or in hidden paths, high or low, encompassed by affections and joys of home, or lonely and content in God alone, what matters, so that they bear the seal of the living God? Blessed company, unknown to each other, unknowing even themselves!

–H. E. Manning (1808-1892), an English Roman Catholic Archbishop of Westminster


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