Poems

TENDERNESS

God's Word, when it is purely spoken,Transforms the mind or spirit broken,And even when the words are fewTenderness Love's work will do.
Heart of mine, be still and bringTo the feast an offering.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Clothe me in Your spirit, Lord; my own is worn and thin.

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REFLECTION, NOT YEARNING

We need not yearn to bless or to be blest.

YOUR FATHER HEARS

God listens to our silent prayers;No mortal din can dull His ears:Our daily needs the Lord supplies;Our grateful praise He always hears.

WHO ARE YOU?

IDENTITY is not to be from there or here— from nation, race, profession, place, from poor, from peer.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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SAFETY

Is it the soft, encircling arm Cradling tiny babe to breast, Or even the branch that keeps from harm Fledgling in the hedgerow nest?

PERMANENT ADDRESS

WHERE do you want to live?

THE BURNING BUSH

Still in the lone, the desert place There grows the bush that burns with fire And yet is not consumed; no trace Of heat or smoke has singed its spire.

A LESSON FROM MICHELANGELO

He was the greatest sculptor of them all.