Poems

THE BEACON LIGHT OF PRAYER

When in the maze of mortal thoughtsI sometimes lose my way,And fears and doubts beleaguer me,I lift my heart and pray;And in the beacon light of prayerMind's path that must be trodShines clear once more, and taking it,I find again my God.

THE LITTLE GRACES

I want to carry in my heart the lightOf little graces.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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HUMILITY

A single sunbeamAs a thing apartCould show no light.

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"THOU WILT LIGHT MY CANDLE"

What if problems seem too great?

BY JACOB'S WELL

Her daily task at Sychar, by the wellThat Jacob gave to Joseph.

CHILD OF GOD

Which birth do you commemorate?

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Shared reflections

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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.

From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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LAZARUS

What is this place, how came I here,And when?

TRANSMUTATION

A wilderness of thoughtdevoid of truthis far more barethan parchèd desert waste.

FOOTSTEPS

Serene the stepsOf him who walksAlone with God each day.
With joy we gathered here; expectantlyWe wait the blessing of this holy hour.

THE STILL, SMALL VOICE

Weary beneath the juniper,Seeking oblivion in sleep,Elijah heard, "Arise and eat,"And found that sustenance was there.

AND MANY BELIEVED

It must have made Peter's heart singWhen, after he'd called DorcasBack from the shadow of death,The people of Joppa seeing, believing,Gave all the praise unto God.