Questions & Answers
The librarian’s promise Is to bear witness To Love’s goodness: To see The dew of inspiration Rests on the leaves of God’s word— Open books ready to wrap The mourner in comfort. The librarian’s promise Is to give gratitude For Mind’s infinitude: To know In this active quiet— Expectant stillness— A thousand angels Are waiting to bless.
Dear Lord, I pray, Thy glorious light to see. Create in me a humble heart, And angel thoughts of love impart To lead me home to Thee.
Like Noah the Bethlehem shepherds heard the celestial call. They found the new-born Savior safe within a crèche.
The final Word forever is God’s alone and only His Blessed Word, eternal good Uniting hearts in brotherhood Word divine, law supreme Antidote to mortal dream Oh, praise Him whose Word sustains Loosening the grasp of creeds and chains Then, open wide the heart and see The heavenly Word that made man free— That blessed child of God are we —G. Gershala Goldsmith.
When you come forth from the fiery furnace hair unsinged, coat unchanged, no smell of fire, see and understand— You are “hid with Christ in God” forever. You were never in the fire.
is to see that you’ve never been in them. It’s knowing without a shadow of doubt that you’ve been the perfect man all along.
See Acts 3:1–10 “Such as I have give I thee,” Peter said to the lame man asking alms at the gate. Immediately, God’s law was known, seen, felt.
This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. — Psalms 118:24 Gone is restless wondering: “Is God absent? Is His goodness near?” No more doubting distraction: “When will healing come?” Shadows of time and fear fade, disappear outshined by divine Love’s tender, “I am here! You are My beloved child and you will forever be as whole and as well as Me.
This day is filled with gladness— with the beauty, grandeur, order of the harmony of Christ, leading out of darkness of fear, sorrow, sin, into the sunshine— when His love is welcomed in. No self-will wrinkles the fabric of this day.
— Mark 5:28 Seeking hope where none had been she felt an expectant turning from all that had failed to heal. And so she pushed through pressing crowd determined to reach where he stood.