Doubts rising, faith drying,
The world cries out for blood,
Then the Saviour takes our trembling hand,
Not to His open wounds,
like Thomas, to attest,
Only to lay upon His breast.
Feeling His soothing lullaby,
Our fainting hearts
“Thomas, called Didymus (Greek for Twin) one of the Twelve, …”
~ John 20:24
Perhaps this little bee can give us a glimpse of heaven?
Bursting with life,
Ever so busy,
yet not fretting,
One at home,
“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”
~ St Augustine of Hippo
(13 Nov 354 – 20 Aug 430)
+ May the souls of our dearly departed find eternal rest. Amen. +
All Souls Day
2 November 2013
Beware of the gilded tongue belonging to that wretched, the father of lies!
His words can easily persuade us, not because they are truthful or eloquent,
but simply because he repeats for our listening,
the very words that he has heard from the dark within us.
“He was a murderer from the beginning and does not stand in truth, because there is no truth in him.
When he tells a lie, he speaks in character, because he is a liar and the father of lies.”
~ John 8:44
“A good person out of the store of goodness in his heart produces good, but an evil person out of a store of evil produces evil;
for from the fullness of the heart, the mouth speaks.”
~ Luke 6:45
It is the heart of the flower that holds its petals together.