... experience for Mallory . . . And Nancy learned a lesson in compassion from her very sensitive and thoughtful daughter. (2) Friends, that’s what compassion looks like. Jesus had compassion on the crowds because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd—sort of like that mother with the three unruly children. John in his Gospel, after giving us that wonderful verse that says God so loved the world that He gave His only Son that everyone who believes in Him shall be saved, writes ...
... fine pearls. When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.” Jesus is telling about two discoveries that were worth selling everything their owners had—nothing held back—in order to acquire those treasures. That sounds sort of like investing in a Rolex for some of us of limited means. Jesus is reminding us that there are some things in life that are priceless. These things are worth much more than a luxury watch. For example, how much would you take for your ...
... his disciples the breath of resurrection life. My dad, who was a registered nurse, could always tell if one of us kids was sick simply by our breath. Right in the middle of some family activity, if my dad noticed that one of us four children was out of sorts, he would stop what he was doing and say to that child, “Breathe on me!” Then he would pronounce that my twin brother, or one of my two younger sisters, or I was coming down with a cold or an infection — and sure enough, he was invariably correct ...
I don’t know if you have noticed or not, but it seems like CEOs and HR departments of nearly every sort of business enterprise as well as every sports coach in the land these days is talking about how to build a winning culture. Building the right culture is said to be the magic formula for uniting your team around a singular vision. Some companies address this challenge by scheduling a ...
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
No period of history has ever been great or ever can be that does not act on some sort of high, idealistic motives, and idealism in our time has been shoved aside, and we are paying the penalty for it.
In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is recommended to us as a sort of infallible gimmick may be dismissed.
As another has well said, to handicap a student by teaching him that his black face is a curse and that his struggle to change his condition is hopeless is the worst sort of lynching.
The goal of all civilization, all religious thought, and all that sort of thing is simply to have a good time. But man gets so solemn over the process that he forgets the end.
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy. This gives the experience of reading a sublimity and power unequalled by any other form of communication.
I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal; they do not give me the experience of the multiplicity of life.
A great attitude does much more than turn on the lights in our worlds; it seems to magically connect us to all sorts of serendipitous opportunities that were somehow absent before the change.