Questions & Answers
Open Thou my eyes, dear Father, To see what Thou would have me see, Beauty and holiness in all Thou art, Too pure to behold iniquity. Teach me to know only Thy presence So that I may bless and heal, That the world may see In my own vision Only that which Thou dost see Only that which is real.
"I am the way," the Master said. My heart rejoiced.
Wednesday evening: I sit half-listening. Doubt sidles in today, whispering, "That heal? That meet the world's great need?" And suddenly, it seemed, hands that had been so full held such a meager offering.
O God let me not, like the elder son, need to call some servant to decipher me the meaning of beginning to be merry. Let me not force my father out of his house to conciliate my cold hate to entreat these recalcitrant feet to follow him into the feast.
Let those that search, come. And let those that come, hear.
Today for the first time since I began attending this small church I noticed that the hawthorn trees had reached high windows where I used to see only sky their magenta blossoms now filling my view with color and I knew that during those same years listening to the Lesson-Sermon in these pews I had also reached heavenward and grown (though with many unfruitful branches yet to prune) into a higher more spiritual view. Hazel M.
I marvel at Thy sacred words that feed Thy congregation through the laboring week— Thy pastor daily satisfies their need For gracious doctrine, healing those who seek Release from pain and fear. I stand with awe Behind the desk and pray, "Dear Father, lead My thoughts, that speaking I may live Thy law And understand aloud the truths I read.
May there be more Pauls who, like misguided Saul, receive the light on the mistaken pathway dark with fear, stony with hate. (O blind and headlong zeal!) May the adamant-hearted feel the touch of Christ—in tune at last to that persuasive voice.
What an interesting collection this group. From different places, occupations; Shy, or loud, or doubting, or quiet; All brought together to do one thing— To follow the Master.
It is said he even raised the dead. No! this has gone too far, We'll have to put an end to this charade— Lazarus; the man from Nain; a little maid— Ridiculous! I'll not believe what I can't see.