"Affliction is both a medicine if we sin, and a preservative that we sin not."
--Richard Hooker, The Works of Richard Hooker: Tractates and Sermons
"We mostly spend [our] lives conjugating three verbs: to Want, to Have, and to Do. . . forgetting that none of these verbs have any ultimate significance, except so far as they are transcended by the fundamental verb, to Be."
Evelyn Underhill, The Spiritual Life
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Pursuing Love
Pursuing Love of God,
A deep grace so profound:
He woos and wants me.
The dark is for my good,
To teach me trust and calm:
He moulds and makes me.
(c) Petrel Marijn 2008
A deep grace so profound:
He woos and wants me.
The dark is for my good,
To teach me trust and calm:
He moulds and makes me.
(c) Petrel Marijn 2008
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Author of light, revive my dying spright,
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure,
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage; But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.
~Thomas Campion
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure,
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage; But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.
~Thomas Campion
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