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:To Still the Striving:

Religion declined not because it was refuted, but because it became irrelevant, dull, oppressive, insipid. When faith is completely replaced by creed, worship by discipline, love by habit; when the crisis of today is ignored because of the splendour of the past; when faith becomes an heirloom rather than a living fountain; when religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion, its message becomes meaningless. ~ abraham heschel

"i have not been called to be successful... but only to be faithful." ~ mother theresa

the nature of faith, true faith, is a mystery to me, excepting that i have experienced it. on rare occasion it felt pure ~ it is like... peace. Being faith-full _is_ being faithful to what you've been given to work with, and we have all been given enough somehow, i think, to Believe in Life and move forward as faithful people, whether we have "all the information" or not / Being faithful is Being, being _connected_ (oneness... with all the pieces of one's life?) How many people, i wonder, live ---INTEGRATED--- "

(sept7,04)

To Still The Striving: Lily

even the lilies of the field

have growth pains-- bursts of

desire:

   the touch of sunlight

   the nearness of neighbor

   the feel of whisping grasses.

their bells, like ears, enjoy

a perpetual tide of soft change:

a)n almost im(perceptible music.

remember sped-up science videos

of growth, of opening flowers?

remember how sometimes

tiny bits of struggling botany got stuck

together? how stretching meant

  ^  sep  ^  par  ^  rat  ^  ting  ^ 

things that were tangled, meant delicately

detaching disbalanced (s)well(s) where

process had outgrown symmetry, where

millions of the infinite places

flesh|metselfsame|flesh sought freedom

such that still only one remained,

more glorious than had it ceased its struggle.

slowly. silently. quietly content,

tongued petals unfurl.

reach out. invert themselves

vulnerably to elemental warmth,

nature's nourishing.

see? the lilies of the field

desire,

but worry not:

   they are content in sure hope,

   for our Creator is a loving provider.

why seek the discontented destruction of trust

in unachievable self-sufficiency?

Let Us Be

Still.

marykathryn gough/ edit.jan30.06 / edit.sept30.10

Not consecrated service, but concentrated. Consecration would soon be changed into sanctification if we would only concentrate on what God wants. Concentration means pinning down the four corners of the mind until it is settled on what God wants. The literal interpretation of the Sermon on the Mount is child's play; the interpretation by the Holy Spirit is the stern work on a saint, and it requires concentration. ~ oswald chambers

Love Divine

Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit,
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit;
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its Beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return and never,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be.
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

~Charles Wesley, 1747

O love divine! no soul has e’er
Thy wondrous depths explored;
O priceless gift! we fain would have
Thy riches on us poured.
Let mortals join with all their might,
Let earth and heaven both unite
To sing thy praise both day and night—
The half can ne’er be told.

O love divine, what treasures yet
Within Thy coffers lie!
The gold and silver of the earth
Would not Thy riches buy.
E’en though the sands upon the shore
Of every sea should turn to ore
Of choicest metal, ’twere no more
Than naught compared to Thee.

O love divine, in Thee our souls
Eternal pleasures find,
Surpassing all that earth could give,
Were all its pow’rs combined.
Thy music sweet we love to sing,
Our spirits e’er to thee would cling,
An off’ring now of praise we bring,
In humble sacrifice.

O love divine, ’tis wonderful
That mortals here below
May share thy grace most excellent,
Thy wondrous power know!
Around our hearts fore’er entwine,
And let Thy beauties in us shine,
That we may be, O love divine,
Completely lost in Thee.

~Echoes from Heaven, 1976 / Faith Publishing House
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At the risk of sounding old-fashioned (or straight out of the 70s)
Let us Love, Lord. Let us Love with Your Love so
unique, so powerful and wise.
Let us Love like a devoted Mother, a surprising
gift, a trustworthy friend, a beautiful sky, a merciful
victim, a deft and honorable surgeon, a hopeful
gardener, a firm Father, a loyal Child.
Let us Love sincerely in thought, word, and deed, seeing
how it weaves through all our spare time, making sure
to allow it all the room it desires, both earnestly and
unashamedly.
Let us Love one another
in His Love, together
with utter sincerity of heart!
~mkg sept 1 2009 19.31pm london