Questions & Answers
The lamb of God cannot be left like this small one vulnerable in its innocence to fang or claw or the murderous elements of a harsh place. Harmless, it is not preyed upon.
In the Father's love no competition. No elbowing for first position.
the hours dim and the light is gone; a brilliance lost for another day. tomorrow, maybe some white butterfly might cross my path, glittering perhaps.
You will not find this timeless news On front-page headline, Or in brash commercials Heralded by fanfare And the clash of cymbals. Sheer sound alone cannot communicate The impact of an angel thought.
When we pray "Thy will be done," do we say it sadly, thinking, Thy will be submitted to— as though asked to bear a heavy burden? Or do we pray with grateful heart, meaning, Thy will's accomplished— knowing that since God is good, His plan for us is good and we can trustingly rely on Him to bring our life to full fruition? Irene M. Ebeling.
The swine were his tablemates. How long was he obdurate? How long adamant? How long did sensualism's empty husks feed him and leave him yearning? Did he know the emptiness? Did he understand the void within? Not at first.
Happy you believing you have lost an opportunity to bless—only to receive another and yet another! Happy you finding your sonship with Him—right when you're working to make people friends with one another! Happy you receiving compassion because you gave it! Happy you so completely satisfied in that deep longing for what is real, for what is right with God! Happy you glimpsing God through the looking glass of your utter sincerity! Happy you unbroken, remaining loyal to the beauty and reality of His sovereignty—even while it is being misunderstood and maligned! Happy you finding the meaning of true value, true possession, in the power and poise of humility! Happy you! Godfrey John.
At home he was and ready on lake shore, in city, to receive, to nourish, to heal, to inspire. They came, sometimes alone, even at night, like Nicodemus; sometimes increasing to a multitude.
Dawn gently pares away the night, A silent breeze blows out a lingering star— There on the mountaintop I see day kneeling. I too would kneel.
What The Christian Science Monitor brings to this side of the Atlantic is more than paper, ink, and words. There are ideas there, spiritual facts that evidence the precedence of the Christ in human thought.