Questions & Answers
After the feast last night I scarcely slept— Wondering at all that love Awaiting me. Only that one— I prayed for his love, too.
Those who have lost hope because of age or sickness, or turned aside from prayer for matter's vague relief, I would gather together under one roof, and shout: "Look! Because you have God you have everything. He is providing endless good to bless and help and heal, because He loves immeasurably.
Eighteen long years I had carried that burden, So I have good reason to remember That particular sabbath day. I suppose that I had lived so long With my infirmity That I wore it as a habit.
There were two who went to Emmaus, hearts troubled, doubtful, perplexed, behind them an empty tomb gaping, around them fast gathering shades of a darkening night. There were three who arrived at Emmaus, and with what comfort, what authority that third one spoke, so tenderly chiding, so clearly expounding the words of the prophets, till "their eyes were opened,.
There are those who calculate that when we rocket out beyond the moon we come back younger than if we had not blasted off. Can't we then begin to see earth's scenes as passing shows and let thought reach the here-and-now of Soul, a journey that outdistances all downward pull and bounds ahead of farthest light-years finally to find Spirit's matterless space where we really live and move held forever in the timeless caring presence of Love's place? Carol Earle Chapin.
"Dare to be a Daniel" (The old hymn goes). Dare To face the lions, The tide that flows From the popular.
Where is your foundation, friend? Did you dig deep and reach the rock? How much effort did you spend? Cannot earth resist a shock? Well, no, you say, when floods of fear Sweep in and ills besiege your land. Dig deep.
Have you been maligned, attacked, abused, Misrepresented, falsely accused? What would Jesus do? He loved his enemies and forgave, Blessed them that cursed him, sought only to save. Take up his cross! Wherever it leads, Follow him in thought, in word, and deeds.
Where are you looking for your child? In body where you reconciled Your thought of him with lineage, Ancestral features in a cage That holds old family traits outlined? Is this what you expect to find? Beyond true self he has not strayed, And you will find him unafraid Within God's consciousness; He wrought The purity of childlike thought, Rejoicing in the Father's care. You who now search will find him there As Mary found her little son Full-safe with God, the Holy One, If you will lift your thought to see His spiritual identity.
The child to be born found Mary waiting for him: innocent as the morning, unfazed by angels. Found Joseph—drawn from so common a lot who yet so uncommonly understood how he too must play his part.