Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Jesus, Thy Boundless Love to Me

Jesus, Thy boundless love to me,
no thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
and reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
be Thou my Rod and Staff and Guide.

O grant that nothing in my soul
may dwell, but Thy pure love alone!
O may Thy love possess my whole,
my Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown.
All coldness from my heart remove;
my ev'ry act, word, thought, be love.

O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
where'er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
nothing desire or seek, but Thee.

This love unwearied I pursue
and dauntlessly to Thee aspire.
O may Thy love my hope renew,
burn in my soul like heav'nly fire.
And day and night, be all my care
to guard this sacred treasure there.

- by Paul Gerhardt, translated by John Wesley

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Tuesday, August 17, 2021

August Afternoons

“A tall, slim girl, ‘half-past sixteen,’ with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil. But an August afternoon, with blue hazes scarfing the harvest slopes, little winds whispering elfishly in the poplars, and a dancing splendor of red poppies outflaming against the dark coppice of young firs in a corner of the cherry orchard, was fitter for dreams than dead languages. The Virgil soon slipped unheeded to the ground, and Anne, her chin propped on her clasped hands, and her eyes on the splendid mass of fluffy clouds that were heaping up just over Mr. J. A. Harrison's house like a great white mountain, was far away in a delicious world where a certain schoolteacher was doing a wonderful work, shaping the destinies of future statesmen, and inspiring youthful minds and hearts with high and lofty ambitions.”

- L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

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Tuesday, August 10, 2021

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