"What we believe about God is the most important part of us."
~A.W. Tozer~
"One on God's side is a majority."
~Wendell Phillips~
"An atheist is one who hopes the Lord will do nothing to disturb his belief."
~Franklin P. Jones~
"If there was no God, there would be no atheists."
~G.K. Chesterton
"Nobody talks about God as much, as those who insist that there is no God."
~Heywood Brown~
"An atheist does not find God, for the same reason a thief does not find a policeman."
"The value of persistant prayer is not that He will hear us, but that we finally hear Him."
"If you knew who walks beside you on the way you have chosen, fear would be impossible."
~A Course in Miracles~
"A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."
~C. S. Lewis~
"God is love, and if you lose yourself in Him, you will find yourself."
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
~C. S. Lewis~
"We are all pencils in the hand of God."
~Mother Teresa~
"I believe in God like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but because of it all things are seen."
~C. S. Lewis~
"God had not promised us a pleasant journey, but a safe arrival."
"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much." ~Mother Teresa~
"Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will stregthen you, I will help you. I will up hold you with My victorious right hand."
~Isaiah 41:10~
"I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than to live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is."
~Albert Camus~
"There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, 'Thy will be done,' and those to whom God says, in the end, 'Oh, all right then- have it your way.' "
~C. S. Lewis~
“God is at home; it is we who have gone for a walk.”
~Meister Eckhart~
Sunday, October 16, 2011
J.R.R. Poetry
AT THE GREY HAVENS
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
But journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that i shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the star above my mast!
-JRR Tolkien
THE LITTLE HOUSE OF LOST PLAY (Mar Vanwa Tyaliéva)
We knew that land once, You and I,
and once we wandered there
in the long days now long gone by,
a dark child and a fair.
Was it on the paths of firelight thought
in winter cold and white,
or in the blue-spun twilit hours
of little early tucked-up beds
in drowsy summer night,
that you and I in Sleep went down
to meet each other there,
your dark hair on your white nightgown
and mine was tangled fair?
We wandered shyly hand in hand,
small footprints in the golden sand,
and gathered pearls and shells in pails,
while all about the nightingales
were singing in the trees.
We dug for silver with our spades,
and caught the sparkle of the seas,
then ran ashore to greenlit glades,
and found the warm and winding lane
that now we cannot find again,
between tall whispering trees.
The air was neither night nor day,
an ever-eve of gloaming light,
when first there glimmered into sight
the Little House of Play.
New-built it was, yet very old,
white, and thatched with straws of gold,
and pierced with peeping lattices
that looked toward the sea;
and our own children's garden-plots
were there: our own forgetmenots,
red daisies, cress and mustard,
and radishes for tea.
There all the borders, trimmed with box,
were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox,
with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks,
beneath a red may-tree;
and all the gardens full of folk
that their own little language spoke,
but not to You and Me.
For some had silver watering-cans
and watered all their gowns,
or sprayed each other; some laid plans
to build their houses, little towns
and dwellings in the trees.
And some were clambering on the roof;
some crooning lonely and aloof;
some dancing round the fairy-rings
all garlanded in daisy-strings,
while some upon their knees
before a little white-robed king
crowned with marigold would sing
their rhymes of long ago.
But side by side a little pair
with heads together, mingled hair,
went walking to and fro
still hand in hand; and what they said,
ere Waking far apart them led,
that only we now know.
-JRR Tolkien
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
But journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that i shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the star above my mast!
-JRR Tolkien
THE LITTLE HOUSE OF LOST PLAY (Mar Vanwa Tyaliéva)
We knew that land once, You and I,
and once we wandered there
in the long days now long gone by,
a dark child and a fair.
Was it on the paths of firelight thought
in winter cold and white,
or in the blue-spun twilit hours
of little early tucked-up beds
in drowsy summer night,
that you and I in Sleep went down
to meet each other there,
your dark hair on your white nightgown
and mine was tangled fair?
We wandered shyly hand in hand,
small footprints in the golden sand,
and gathered pearls and shells in pails,
while all about the nightingales
were singing in the trees.
We dug for silver with our spades,
and caught the sparkle of the seas,
then ran ashore to greenlit glades,
and found the warm and winding lane
that now we cannot find again,
between tall whispering trees.
The air was neither night nor day,
an ever-eve of gloaming light,
when first there glimmered into sight
the Little House of Play.
New-built it was, yet very old,
white, and thatched with straws of gold,
and pierced with peeping lattices
that looked toward the sea;
and our own children's garden-plots
were there: our own forgetmenots,
red daisies, cress and mustard,
and radishes for tea.
There all the borders, trimmed with box,
were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox,
with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks,
beneath a red may-tree;
and all the gardens full of folk
that their own little language spoke,
but not to You and Me.
For some had silver watering-cans
and watered all their gowns,
or sprayed each other; some laid plans
to build their houses, little towns
and dwellings in the trees.
And some were clambering on the roof;
some crooning lonely and aloof;
some dancing round the fairy-rings
all garlanded in daisy-strings,
while some upon their knees
before a little white-robed king
crowned with marigold would sing
their rhymes of long ago.
But side by side a little pair
with heads together, mingled hair,
went walking to and fro
still hand in hand; and what they said,
ere Waking far apart them led,
that only we now know.
-JRR Tolkien
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Race Of Men
I wrote this poem:
The Race Of Men
We once were a people strong,
In the years and decades gone by,
And are now but in a fighting song.
We, who were kings year-long.
We once were a people strong,
And had we kept true we’d have never seen death
But that was ages and ages ago,
In years long by-gone.
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We once were a people of light,
We fell into darkness and lost that light,
We tried to stand back up again,
But that was the end of the race of men.
After that we forgot our wrongs
We fell back into the way of the tongue,
We held no leash, and once again,
We failed, we, this race of men.
Some of us were saved, but very few,
and we received a truthful promise,
that has come down, From us to you,
Down through the long ages of history’s mist
And now, in this present age,
We’re only a part in the story of what has been
And for that part, a single page,
We are glad to be noticed in the race of men.
Now it comes down to your decision,
If you’ll follow truth, with strength and precision,
Or like us all, who fell into sin,
Will you forget, the race of men?
The Race Of Men
We once were a people strong,
In the years and decades gone by,
And are now but in a fighting song.
We, who were kings year-long.
We once were a people strong,
And had we kept true we’d have never seen death
But that was ages and ages ago,
In years long by-gone.
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We once were a people of light,
We fell into darkness and lost that light,
We tried to stand back up again,
But that was the end of the race of men.
After that we forgot our wrongs
We fell back into the way of the tongue,
We held no leash, and once again,
We failed, we, this race of men.
Some of us were saved, but very few,
and we received a truthful promise,
that has come down, From us to you,
Down through the long ages of history’s mist
And now, in this present age,
We’re only a part in the story of what has been
And for that part, a single page,
We are glad to be noticed in the race of men.
Now it comes down to your decision,
If you’ll follow truth, with strength and precision,
Or like us all, who fell into sin,
Will you forget, the race of men?
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Henry V
As soon as I get some time, I will be writing an argument about Henry V, but since I just watched the movie again, Henry V, starring and directed by Kenneth Branagh I thought I'd post these videos. It was a great movie, and even better because Henry V is one of my favorite English kings. The first movie clip is the St. Crispin's Day speech before the famous battle of Agincourt, a stirring masterpiece.
The battle reaches a height of tragedy when the soldiers return at the end of the battle and find the luggage boys killed, an extreme offense against the laws of chivalry and war, besides the fact that these boys were innocent of blood, and all under the age of fifteen.
These are both magnificent videos and I hope you watch the whole movie.
The battle reaches a height of tragedy when the soldiers return at the end of the battle and find the luggage boys killed, an extreme offense against the laws of chivalry and war, besides the fact that these boys were innocent of blood, and all under the age of fifteen.
These are both magnificent videos and I hope you watch the whole movie.
Welcome!
It annoys me sometimes when people just write, 'Hi my name is George and this is my first post' so I decided to give an introduction. I blogged for a year and a half before moving here from home-school blogger. The ads were driving me nuts and I needed some fresh inspiration, besides, my family and my friends had all left home-school blogger so I sealed my farewell letter. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this blog!
A.J
A.J
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