an Anglican prayer
O most powerful and glorious Lord God, at whose command the winds blow, and lift up the waves of the sea, and who stillest the rage thereof: We thy creatures, but miserable sinners, do in this our great distress cry unto thee for help: Save, Lord, or else we perish. We confess, when we have been safe, and seen all things quiet . . .
Posted in: prayer
The lack of mystery in our modern life is our downfall and our poverty. A human life is worth as much as the respect it holds for the mystery. We retain the child in us to the extent that we honor the mystery. Therefore, children have open, wide awake eyes, because they know that they are surrounded by mystery...We destroy the . . .
an Orthodox prayer
O Master, Lord our God, Who through Thy consubstantial Word, Who is without beginning, and Thy life-giving Spirit, Who is equal in honor, hast brought everything out of nothingness into being; Who hast set sandy barriers to the sea, and hast weighed the mountains and the valleys in a balance; Who hast measured the skies and holds the . . .
Posted in: prayer
the battle continues
I want to write. But wanting to write and actually writing are two entirely different things.
Wanting to X and doing X are always different. In reality, wanting something is incredibly easy. Making that thing a reality is oftentimes incredibly difficult.
There are a myriad of reasons why I don't write every day. I . . .
True individuality is measured by this: how long or how far one can endure being alone without the understanding of others. The person who can endure being alone is poles apart from the social mixer. This person is miles apart from the one who manages successfully with everyone – the one who possesses no sharp edges. God never . . .
Words have not come easily of late.
Life has become cluttered and hectic, diverting attention.
Crises have come and gone, stealing time and energy.
Busyness has crept in, establishing a beachhead that it will not concede.
Though my soul has burned to write,
Though my hands have ached to pick up a pen,
Though . . .
I avoid public gatherings as much as possible, for the discussion of worldly affairs so quickly snares and encumbers the soul.…Why is it that we are so ready to chatter and gossip with others, when we so seldom return to silence without some injury to our conscience? Perhaps the reason we are so fond of talking is that we think . . .