... corrupt politicians in city government, for their schools, and for deliverance. Four years they met in the kitchen of Herbert's house. When Katrina hit, Herbert, his mother, and his five sisters were forced from their home. Now eighteen and the man of the house ... your heart? Hurricanes do come and they hit hard and sometimes persistently. I want my life to reflect what William Henry Channing who was a clergyman and reformer (1810-1884) wrote: To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than ...
... -plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."6 Henry David Thoreau, also, might have been unduly critical of himself when he said, "I never dreamed of any enormity greater than I ... we become aware of our goodness. And we cannot have the reward God wants us to have when we choose our own reward instead. George Herbert, the poet, and some of his friends used to get together to play their musical instruments. Once when he was on his way to join ...
... of their diseases.” Let me pose a question, “Why is it so hard to own our weaknesses?” Is it because Charles Darwin and Herbert Spencer continue to teach us “natural selection” and the “survival of the fittest?” Is that the name of life’s game? Just as ... following his mother’s death. A reporter asked him why he worked so hard to express his pain. To which Henri replied, “I always try to turn my personal struggles into something helpful for others.” We cannot always escape our pains ...
... . Remember the scene in which Lady Anne, the widow of Edward, Prince of Wales, follows the open coffin of her father-in-law, King Henry VI? Both men have been murdered by the Duke of Gloucester. The coffin-bearers stop to rest and Anne pours out both her tears and ... 14, never worn--for 357 magnum." She would be a good candidate for the School of Forgiveness. We all are. George Herbert, a distinguished English clergyman and poet who died in 1633, once wrote, "He who cannot forgive others destroys the bridge ...
... just prudent but vital is indicated by the contrasting ends Jesus gives, either destruction or life, all you’ve ever dreamed of or your worst nightmares made real forever. Henry Blackaby is a Southern Baptist scholar and pastor, some say a prophet. He is author of the widely used study Experiencing God which has been a tool of awakening ... under Mt. 7:13-20. 12. Idem. 13. "To Illustrate: Truth," Leadership, Spring 1993, 48. 14. Herbert Wells, ed., Inspiring Quotations (Nashville, TN: Nelson, 1988), 250.
... captives (especially prisoners of war). His feast day is November 6. See “St. Leonard of Noblac,” Butler’s Lives of the Saints, ed. Herbert Thurston and Donald Attwater (New York: P. J. Kennedy’s Sons, 1956), 4:273. In the whole of Greenland, there are only 140 policemen ... placed at the edge of the plot. There she would sit, hour after hour, with the wind and the weather, while Henry Allen produced dozens of paper packages of new bulbs and a basket full of old ones, ready for the intricate interment. ...
... already returned, but people would have another forty years of grace. In 1914 the denomination was for forced to revise its timetable. Herbert Armstrong, in his publication, Plain Truth, set the date for the end of the world as January 7, 1972. Remember the Y2K ... it. Furthermore, it is going to cause us to live in a house of fear when we are called to live in a house of faith, as Henry Nowen put it. I ask you today to be on watch, but do not watch out. Look up. That is a different kind of watchfulness. Do not ...
... turning thee out of the way, and abhor thy self for hearkening to him.2 In Christ’s lament one can see his suffering from loving those who rejected him. Poetry: “The Incarnation and Passion,” by Henry Vaughan. Vaughan (1621–95), a Welsh physician and metaphysical poet, was greatly influenced by George Herbert, to whom he attributed his conversion to Christ. A few verses from this poem are as follows: Lord! When thou didst thy self undress Laying by thy robes of glory, To make us more, thou wouldst ...