September 30, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 23


“We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ; because we gaze at the marks of our own soiled feet, and the trail of our own defiled garments.... Each, putting his foot in the footprint of the Master, and so defacing it, turns to examine how far his neighbor’s footprint corresponds with that which he still calls the Master’s, although it is but his own.” ~ George MacDonald

September 16, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 22

God's art

"Flowers, what are they?  They are but the thoughts of God solidified, God’s beautiful thoughts put into shape.  Storms, what are they?  They are God’s terrible thoughts written out that we may read them.  Thunders, what are they?  They are God’s powerful emotions just opened out that men may hear them.  The world is just the materializing of God’s thoughts; for the world is a thought in God’s eye." ~ Charles Spurgeon

September 2, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 21


No need to search for
No need to grasp for
for my life
or purpose
for what I do.
No need to hope for inner peace,
that sense of well-being
for which every heart
No need to hope that
someone or something
will make me
or give me joy.
I no longer need any
of these things because
has connected me to you
and you have named me
your child.

~ Paul Tripp, New Morning Mercies 

August 26, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 20


My father's mother
Picked up the shell
And turned it about
In her hand that was
Crinkled, glossy and
Twined with veins,
The fingers rumpled
Into soft roses
At the knuckles, and
She said, "Why did
That little creature
Take so much trouble
To be beautiful?"

~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More

August 19, 2015

Wednesday Wisdom No. 19


“Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s face as he spoke these words.  And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before.  And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well…” 

~ C. S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew