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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Monday, April 02, 2007
The ears are feeding on Showbread - Age of Reptiles
All birds are birds;
there is no distinction between imitators and rat-ravishers.
Remembering again that we are to soar higher than birds,
discovering individualised delight in distanced discovery; grace.
He spreads out the Northern skies over empty space;
He suspends the earth over nothing.
He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters
for a boundary between light and darkness.
By His breath the skies became fair;
His hand pierced the gliding serpent.
And these are but the outer fringe if His works;
how faint the whisper we hear of Him!
Fainthearted, we cry for more.
Weaklings, we give in to slick lust.
Senseless, we perish under our flesh.
Foolhardy, we understand faith.
Why gaze in envy, O rugged mountains, at Mount Zion?
Even then such glory is contained, suppressed, and straining at its edges.
Soon we will rust.
[The church] deserves neither God's mercy nor men's trust. The church must constantly be aware that its faith is weak, its knowledge dim, its profession of faith halting, that there is not a single sin or failing which it has not in one way or another been guilty of. And though it is true that the church must always dissociate itself from sin, it can never have any excuse for keeping any sinners at a distance. If the church remains self-righteously aloof from failures, irreligious and immoral people, it cannot enter justified into God's kingdom. But if it is constantly aware of its guilt and sin, it can live in joyous awareness of forgiveness. The promise has been given to it that anyone who humbles himself will be exalted.
His will be done on earth as it is in heaven, as long as we are willing.
13:46
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