Thursday, May 23, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
What is Real Beauty?
As a father of daughters, I find this short video to be uniquely moving and mysterious. Our culture has done a lot of damage to young women via advertising false images of beauty.
"Do you think you are more beautiful than you say?" What a profound question. Upon reflection, I think God is asking this of all of us. Constantly.
To my girls, you are truly beautiful; deep in your souls.
"Do you think you are more beautiful than you say?" What a profound question. Upon reflection, I think God is asking this of all of us. Constantly.
To my girls, you are truly beautiful; deep in your souls.
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Grace Before Sleep
I have recently stumbled upon a choral piece that is full of simple beauty, images of friendship, and thankfulness. Sara Teasdale, the author, won the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Sadly, 15 years later, at the age of 49 her life ended by suicide.
Often our lives are like this, a mixture of great beauty and inexplicable pain. The inverted message of Easter tells us that after great suffering there can come to us an unexplainable miracle. This is the hopeful story I choose to believe.
Grace Before Sleep
Here is a wonderful version from South Africa:
Often our lives are like this, a mixture of great beauty and inexplicable pain. The inverted message of Easter tells us that after great suffering there can come to us an unexplainable miracle. This is the hopeful story I choose to believe.
Grace Before Sleep
How can our minds and bodies be
Grateful enough that we have spent
Here in this generous room, we three,
This evening of content?
Each one of us has walked through storm
And fled the wolves along the road;
But here the hearth is wide and warm,
And for this shelter and this light
Accept, O Lord, our thanks to-night.
Sara Teasdale
Here is a wonderful version from South Africa:
Friday, March 29, 2013
Pange Lingua Gloriosi, Proelium (Crux fidelis)
Faithful Cross
above all other,
one and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
none in fruit thy peers may be;
sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!
Lofty tree, bend down thy branches,
to embrace thy sacred load;
oh, relax the native tension
of that all too rigid wood;
gently, gently bear the members
of thy dying King and God.
Tree, which solely wast found worthy
the world's Victim to sustain.
harbor from the raging tempest!
ark, that saved the world again!
Tree, with sacred blood anointed
of the Lamb for sinners slain.
Blessing, honor, everlasting,
to the immortal Deity;
to the Father, Son, and Spirit,
equal praises ever be;
glory through the earth and heaven
to Trinity in Unity. Amen.
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