Archive for the ‘someone once said’ Category

live life to share life

July 31, 2011

Came across these words attributed to Oswald Chambers:

“If you cannot express yourself on any subject, struggle until you can. If you do not, someone will be the poorer all the days of his life. Struggle to express some truth of God to yourself, and God will use that expression to someone else. . . . You must struggle to get expression experimentally, then there will come a time when that expression will become the very wine of strengthening to someone else.”

a prayer for the bumpy uncertain journey of life

June 13, 2011

The following prayer, written by the late Henri J.M. Nouwen, gives voice to my own journey:

“Dear Lord, I will remain restless, tense, and dissatisfied until I can be totally at peace in your house. There is no certainty that my life will be any easier in the years ahead, or that my heart will be any calmer. But there is certainty that you are waiting for me and will welcome me home when I have persevered in my long journey to your house.”

but if you really want to witness the handiwork of the Spirit….

May 22, 2011

“…but if you really want to witness the handiwork of the Spirit, just watch how God will use your failures. Just wait till you glimpse the masterful redemption that springs forth when you ask forgiveness for having been a total ass, just watch how grace will rush in to fill the spaces of your shortcomings.”

–Nadia Bolz-Weber


Christ is Risen!

April 24, 2011

“Anything is possible in a world in which a Jewish carpenter can rise from the dead.” -Katherine Hepburn in the movie ‘Lion in the Winter’ (1968.)

‘The Donkey’

April 17, 2011

The Donkey by G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936)

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.