In this way? Just a kindly hand to rock the crib, from which springs forth a faithful disciple whom Jesus loves for ever? Let us be content. Or this way? Just a tiny seed that yields the fruit which nourishes the thirsty lips of those…
“LORD, I would love my brothers, others, that naught in me sorrows Thee.” Too late…failing, wailing before Him, I’d plead on humbled knee, “Jesus, reel in my blame, my shame; make sweet this bitter heart in me.” “LORD, I would forfeit all things, shun kings,…
Standing on our hands, we kiss: one great pool of happy flesh; no two people love as we. Such perfect gymnasts: flawless! Up and down we balance and marvel at our harmony. A careless glance. We fall and tumble down. Reaching around, only empty space…
Love’s blessings are at times such humble gifts; we might leave them at the door; learn too late their worth to us. What’s more, they might get lost; adrift, to settle on some distant shore. Oh, that we would search far and wide and bring…