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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Courtesy of my mother, who is always timely

Terror accomplishes no real obedience. Suspense brings forth no fruit unto holiness. No gloomy uncertainty as to God’s favor can subdue one lust, or correct our crookedness of will. But the free pardon of the cross uproots sin, and withers all its branches. Only the certainty of love, forgiving love, can do this. — Horatius Bonar, God’s Way of Holiness

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

No Going Back

Some things can never be undone, sometimes never even unfelt.

Alas! how easily things go wrong! 
A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, 
And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, 
And life is never the same again. 

Every ugly thing remains ugly and there is no wishing it away or recovering the white, quiet place before it happened. There is no going back, however hard one wishes it.

But there is forward.

There is Further Up and Further In. There is Sadness Coming  Untrue. There is the full bloom, when the seed dies and the plant becomes itself in fullness, when every sigh that was too deep, every kiss too long, every choice too sad is swallowed up in Forgiveness and Forgetfulness.

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