... OF MYSELF? 2. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship, MacMillan Company, New York, 1963, pp. 18-20. Restless and longing and sick, like a birdin a cage, struggling for breath, as thoughhands were compressing my throat,yearning for colours, for flowers, for thevoices of birds,thirsting for words of kindness, forneighborliness,tossing in expectation of great events,powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinitedistance,weary and empty at praying, at thinking, atmaking, faint, and ready to say ...
... hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us - if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. Now for the poem by Banks: I live for ...
... . Am I then really all that which other men tell of? Or am I only what I know of myself, restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage, struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat, yearning for colours, for flowers, for the voices of birds, thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness, trembling with anger at despotisms and petty humiliation, tossing in expectation of great events, powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance, weary and empty at praying, at ...
... admiral into its tomb. Then as though answering to a sharp order from the quarter deck, they all seized the Union Jack with which the coffin had been covered and tore it to fragments, and each took his souvenir of the illustrious dead." All their lives that little bit of coloured cloth would speak to them of the admiral they had loved. "I've got a piece of him," they said, "and I'll never forget him." In a sense, when we leave here this morning, each of us will take with us a part of Christ. We have reached ...
... man and a good natured brother who has so many fine points about him. Let each believer judge for himself; but for our part we have put on a few fresh bolts to our door, and we have given orders to keep the chain up; for under colour of begging the friendship of the servant, there are those about who aim at robbing the Master.1 c. They Are Morally Destructive Jude says, "These are sensual persons." (v.19) The Greek word there is psychikos which gives us the word psyche or psychology. It literally means ...
... trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shakin’ hands, saying “How do you do?” They’re really saying, “I love you” I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow They’ll learn much more than I’ll ...
... promise in the cross upon which Christ died. God has made a covenant with us and that covenant will not fail. 1. The Practice of Pentecost. Cited by David Pytches, Does God Speak Today? (Minneapolis: Bethany House Publishers). 2. http://www.colours-of-the-rainbow.com/legends.html. 3. Moody, April 1993, p. 13. Cited by Raymond McHenry, Something to Think About (Peabody, MA: Hendrickson Publishers, Inc., 1998). 4. Vergilius Ferm, Lightning Never Strikes Twice (New York: Gramercy Publishing Company, 1987), p ...
... Praised be thou, my Lord, for Brother Wind, For air, for weather cloudy and serene and every weather By which thou to thy creatures givest sustenance... Praised be thou, my Lord, for our Mother Earth Who sustains and rules us And brings forth divers fruits and coloured flowers and herbs.[4] The earth, Francis says, sustains and rules us. Oh how worldly our faith is! God’s intimate relation to the things of the earth entails that we can get to know our Lord a little better through them. Hear the song of ...