Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Jesus I am resting

Jesus I Am Resting

Jesus I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art.
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.
Thou has bid me gaze upon Thee
And Thy beauty fills my soul
For by life transforming power
Thou has made me whole
Oh how great Thy loving kindness
Vaster, broader than the sea
Oh how marvelous Thy goodness
Lavished all on me.
I rest in Thee Beloved
Know what wealth of grace is Thine
Know Thy certainty of promise
And have made it mine
Simply trusting Thee Lord Jesus
I behold Thee as Thou art
And Thy love so pure so changeless
Satisfies my heart
Satisfies its deepest longings
Meets supplies its every need
Compasseth me round with blessings
Thine is love indeed!

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

G.K. Chesterton

I am reading Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton right now and this passage stuck out and I just had to share it with you all. I will probably be adding more Chesterton to my blog as time goes on. Enjoy :)

If your life is ever really as beautiful as a fairy-tale lies in this: that the price has wonder which just stops short of being fear. If he is afraid of the giant, there is an end of him; but also if he is not astonished at the giant, there is the end to the fairy-tale. The whole point depends upon his being at once humble enough to wonder, and haughty enough to defy. So our attitude to the giant of the world must not merely be increasing delicacy or increasing contemppt: it must be one particular proportion of the two - which is exactly right.

Man must have just enough faith in himself to have adventuress and just enough doubt of himself to enjoy them.

The beautification of the world is not a work of nature but a work of art, then it involves an artist.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

The Emperor of Peru

Finally a good reason to learn the 9x's.:) This is so much more enjoyable read aloud.

The King of Peru

( Who was Emperor too!)

Had a sort of a rhyme

Which was useful to know.

If he felt very shy,

When a stranger came by - ( Hmmmmm..)

Or they asked him the time

When his watch didn't go;

Or supposing he fell( By mistake) down a well,

Or he tumbled when skating

An sat on his hat,

Or perhaps wasn't told

Till his porridge was cold,

That his breakfast was waiting-

......Or..something like that!

Oh, whenever the Emperor

got into a temper,

or felt himself sulky,

frightened or sad, ( YES!)

He would murmer and murmer,

Until he felt firmer,

This curious rhyme which he had:

* Eight eights are sixty-four

multiply by seven.

When it's done, carry one,

And take away eleven...

Nine nines are eight-one;

Multiply by three.

If it's more,Carry four,

And then it's time for tea.

So whenever the Queen Took his armour to clean,

And she didn't remember

to use any starch;

OR his birthday ( in May)

Was a horrible day,

Being wet as November

And as windy as March;

Or, if sitting in state

With the WISE and the GREAT,

He just happened to hiccup

while signing his name,

Or the Queen gave a cough,

When his crown tumbled off

As he bent down to pick up

A pen for the same:

Oh, whenever the Emperor

Got into a temper,

or felt himself awkward and shy, ( YES!)

He would whisper and whisper,

Until he felt crisper,

This odd little rhyme to the sky:*

Eight eights are eighty-one;

Multiply by seven.

If its more,Carry four,

And take away eleven.

Nine nines are sixty-four;

Multiply by three.

When its done,Carry one,

And then it's time for tea.(Finally):)

Friday, March 11, 2005

G. K. Chesterton

I thought this was interesting.

A stick might fit a hole or a stone a hollow place by accident. But a key and a lock are both complex. And if a key fits a lock, you know it is the right key.

I have spent many hours trying to figure out if something was right for me. This is a good reminder that we will know when something is right for us when it fits perfectly. There should be no doubt that it was made for us.