Questions & Answers
Remember me? I sat as far away as I could and yawned at the good that delighted you. While you were sharing I was staring out the window trying to ignore the inspiration from God you so freely echoed.
The pillars of our church aren't marble or steel, aren't even the members— but their prayers! Prayers that reach realms of rejoicing: infinite Love's presence. Prayers through which best efforts expand to better understanding of man's relation to God.
Oh, how great is your love: For when I was brought to you, I came pitiful and wretched; when I lay foaming, cursing, thrashing, your mighty love would not be disturbed. Even when to all appearance I lay lifeless, you took my hand, and with your pure, unselfish seeing, knowing, you calmly said, Arise.
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.