but those whose hope is in the Lord will renew their strength. they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run ¬ grow weary, they will walk ¬ be faint.
I remember my affliction &my wandering, the bitterness &the gall. I well remember them, &my soul is downcast within me. yet this I call to mind &therefore I have hope. because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fall. they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "the Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." the Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
trust in the Lord with all your heart &lean not on your own understanding; in all your way submit to him, &he will make your paths straight.
just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for 12 years came up behind him &touched the edge of his cloak. she said to herself, "if I only touch his cloak, I will be healed." Jesus turned &saw her. "take heart, daughter," he said, "your faith has healed you." &the woman was healed at that moment.
however, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race &complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me -the task of testifying to the good news of God's grace.
what has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
in your relationship with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:
who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing,
by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness.
&being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself,
by becoming obedient to death -even death on a cross !
therefore God exalted him to highest place &gave him the name that is above every name
who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
my home is in heaven; I'm just travelin' through the world -BG
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds &a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.
-G.K.C orthodoxy. matt. 27:46
"my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus cried from cross. †