Questions & Answers

nowhere in the endless space of now was ever greater more significant-momentous Happening!!! than this very one— hushed-quiet as the tiniest violet       (secret) (clustered)      (one-ly) warmed with purest sunrayed light—         shadyed by only the strongest Rock—                  nurturehood complete                           with water crystling cold and cherished                                    in a dewdropshapen cup— so treasure-after-tresure seense     of stronger loving sureness will grow with ceaseless keep-on-growing til      s  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  s    f  o  r  t  h a vista wonderous full, with overflowing grandexpansive nonedges and every cornered nook of nongrow disappears completely      overWHELMED by a never-ending field                  of lets!violets!violets!violets!violets!violets!violets!violets!violets!viol Adrianne Mead Tindall.

How often do I really break through the dream? I challenge timidly, dreading its collapse. I seek answers to questions within its own thin limits.

Start from perfection, as of now. Not one day, in the dim uncertain future.

I cannot be deceived. Unconsciousness and trance do not exist in Mind.

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.