Saturday, March 31, 2007

Those who are in the Lord never say goodbye for the last time. —Scottish Proverb

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases. --Chinese Proverb

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Much of the distress we experience as Christians comes not as the result of sin, but because we are ignorant of the laws of our own nature. For instance, the only test we should use to determine whether or not to allow a particular emotion to run its course in our lives is to examine what the final outcome of that emotion will be. Think it through to its logical conclusion, and if the outcome is something that God would condemn, put a stop to it immediately. —Oswald Chambers

Monday, March 19, 2007

Do caterpillars know they are going to be butterflies, or does God surprise them? — Bil Keane, Family Circus

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

A Blast From the Past

Got a quote today--a long one! Last night, I suddenly remembered this classic poem that my dad used to read to me when I was a kid. He wasn't real demonstrative when I was growing up, (He got better!) but there was never any doubt what he was saying when he read this to me.


The Children's Hour
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the day's occupations,

That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me

The patter of little feet,

The sound of a door that is opened,

And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,

Descending the broad hall stair,

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,

And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:

Yet I know by their merry eyes

They are plotting and planning together

To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,

A sudden raid from the hall!

By three doors left unguarded

They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret

O'er the arms and back of my chair;

If I try to escape, they surround me;

They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,

Their arms about me entwine,

Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen

In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti,

Because you have scaled the wall,

Such an old mustache as I am

Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,

And will not let you depart,

But put you down into the dungeon

In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,

Yes, forever and a day,

Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,

And moulder in dust away!


I love you too, Daddy!