Questions & Answers
How could this be with Love's ever-presence filling all space— could it leave one of its own outside beyond the reach of shepherding protection where it must ever abide? Could Love see anything but its own reflection? Guileless, obedient, a love of following, feels itself forever safe within this Love's affection. Elizabeth Glass Barlow.
So many lessons, So much homework, So many tests? But what a privilege, And what an opportunity! What inspiring textbooks, What patient teachers. What finer headmaster? What absorbing lectures, And what dedicated congenial students Enrolled in this splendid school! What a magnificent chapel, So quiet, serene, this house of God.
Father, I'm ready to enter my closet, closing the door on things unlike prayer. This closet is consciousness, God-blessed and pure, wholly untroubled by cluttersome care.
Today, above all else, I love loving You and Your creation. I love glorifying You and bearing witness to You and only You! I love feeling Your love surrounding and caring for me and all mankind.
Neither suffering, pain, nor tears Exist in eternity But the clear consciousness Of a heart all humility. This heart cannot suffer from year succeeding year, From trials of time or other souvenir Of obsessive past or future never here Or even a regret of weakness far or near, But in hope rejoicing This heart finds its all In infinite ever-present Thou, Eternal now.
Once when I felt so compassed about with false witnesses, so battered and bruised by false accusations, I fell to my knees. Then I remembered that was a good attitude for prayer.
Why climb? I asked. Why the trouble— the boots, the parka, the pack— Why climb? And they said, The discovery.
As you grow up, grow out; Out of finite human ability into Infinite spiritual capability: Expressing, reflecting God, all good. Grow out of mortal sense and strife Into glowing, radiant, vibrant Life.
Thank you for this tiny little mustard seed of an hour, tucked into a week of seven days, one hundred sixty-eight hours. Yet this little hour fits in, sweetly, innocently.
"Which way from here? Oh yes, I know the land, Each hill and stone; but Whither now? Whence and why? WHERE AM I?" Holy ground. Put off thy shoes.