Questions & Answers
The Psalmist said the lines had fallen to him in pleasant places. It is indeed pleasant to walk obediently with Spirit To feel the gentle government of Soul's guidance; The only decisions being to turn to Him And listen.
The lives we touch each day will be immeasurably blest If patience, love, and Christlike understanding are expressed. In ever-widening circles these qualities release An impetus providing paths to universal peace.
He would not take the borrowed sword Or put on armor not yet won; Instead, he trusted well-tried truths To prove that he was God's own son. These woven fast into one whole Sufficed to make his coat of mail— A garment of omnipotence.
What words shall I use to sing Your praise, highest, holiest One to be adored? Can human song hope to celebrate all the wonders of creative Principle? Will my cadence however joyful and free take the true measure of Soul's splendor? Can a finite phrase encompass infinite Love? What melody can hint Spirit's harmony? While my lips strive to shape my puny praise, gracious Father-Mother, teach me to live my hymn of praise! Margaret Tsuda.
Eden is a flowery place, Jerusalem is stone. Eden's hung with gleaming fruit, Jerusalem stripped to bone.
Mind's "production line" is free to all. It has no finance at the beck and call of error's waste.
What high reward had that wise prophetess of Asher's tribe, homeless and husbandless, when broke the light of earth's first Christmas Day, and many a watcher in Jerusalem. The herald Gabriel came not to them; and yet their prayers shone on the herald's way.
How words that issue from the Word itself must burn through! Must quite translate syllable by syllable and phrase by phrase this garbled globe, this blundering race this whole preposterous, played-out masque back into such first innocence of breath— pre-dust, pre-Eden-swindle—that all move as the unlapsed angels must through infinite cycles of delight. Doris Peel.
Show us more than real estate, for we have deeper needs than plush seats and pleasant architecture. Show us more than outreach— although we came because of it— more than a warm welcome, for we have deeper longings than human kindness can fulfill.
Our base camp is downstairs. From there we look for a hill of holiness a mount of joy a rock of Truth to ascend.