“Across An African Desert” by Anne T. Lope
“Easy Money” by Robin Banks
At an art sale, a woman and her ten year-year-old son were having a difficult time choosing between one of my paintings and another artist’s work. They finally bought mine. “I guess you decided that you prefer my autumn scene to a floral one,” I said. “No,” said the boy. “Your painting’s wider, so it’ll cover three holes in our wall.”
Some people get lost in thought because it is unfamiliar territory.
Definition of old age: You just wake up one morning, and you got it.
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We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.
Think things through and then fully commit.
If you look for good in life you will find it.
The higher you rise, the wider your horizon.
Do something fun and useful with the rest of your life.
I know my Shepherd’s voice,
It is quiet and sure, in my mind.
When I cry, “Lord I can go no further! Don’t leave me behind!!”
He comes back for me. Me, this useless old sheep.
He carries me. His strong arms hold me against his chest.
My face looks up to His Face.
He will not leave me or forsake me.
He won’t let the devil take me.
He says: “Behold, be not anxious. I have seen and know all that
you need. I will provide. Trust me.
Feel my love. Feel my joy. Feel my peace. Rejoice.
All that is not of me, cast out.
Prepare your heart and mind and soul as a dwelling place for me.
Keep my commandments.
That is how you love Me.
My way is perfect.
I will give you strength.
You will make it.
You are beautiful in My eyes. I see the final result. So lovely. A
unique use. My joy.”
NOTE: I found this poem in a magazine that did not have a notice about “All rights reserved.” So I decided to publish it in Sunshine. Surely it came from a state of personal struggles in the regeneration of the author, also experienced by others who are being lifted toward heaven.
“In addition, people also have a general perception…which causes them to perceive truths inwardly in themselves and, in a way, to see them, and especially this truth, that one lives as a person after death, happily if he has lived well, and unhappily if he has lived ill.” (Married Love, 28)
Don’t give up on anybody.
Don’t be enraged when a simple tone of irritation in your voice will get your message across.
When you complain about your neighbor’s faults remember to count a few of your own.
If you think about the past too much you may not be enjoying the present.
Figure out new ways to enjoy your life more.
A few months ago I was in a local store and any person from Bryn Athyn who may have seen me, could have tattled to his/her neighbors: “You know there have been rumors about Mr. Linquist as having a very sensuous nature. Well, it’s true. Just yesterday I saw him checking out at a local store and, if you can believe it, he reached out and put his hand on the bare skin of the neck of the cashier and he just held it there. I think that the poor girl tried to fend him off by putting her hand against his arm. She was such a little, young thing. It’s a wonder she didn’t scream for help and have the beast arrested. And I wonder if we should warn other people about him.”
Now I would suggest to this gossipmonger that he/she ask Mr. Linquist before spreading around such information. And I would say to him/her: “You know that if you tell tales about me, you can never retrieve them. And, of course, the news about me will change, probably for the worse, as it travels quickly around town.”
My critic, my zealous critic could have called me and asked if he/she saw things correctly. Here is the truth: Sam, (Samatha) works at a local store. I talk with her there about twice a month. A few months ago she told me about a planned trip to the Dominican Republic for herself and her family. And when she returned, I asked her if she enjoyed her vacation. She did. Then about a week later I asked her again about her trip and she got quite angry. She yelled in apparent frustration: “Why does everyone ask me about my trip and no one asks about the recent death of my boyfriend of ten and an half years.”
I had known nothing of his death. But I saw and felt her despair, anger and frustration. I reached over and gently held her shoulder and neck. She reached up and gently held my arm. It was a wonderful moment of compassionate love and trust flowing between us. She calmed down and I am sure that she felt understood and comforted for a few moments.
She is better now and regained about 10 pounds and weighs maybe 105 pounds. She is 26 years old. We are still friends and yesterday she began speculating about having children. I assured her that sounded like a wonderful idea. She seems to be looking for husband and I told her that I am sure that she will find one.
A few times in the past, at the Cathedral, wives have smiled at me and then communed with me about one of the articles I had written. And their husbands have gone a bit bonkers. They really thought that I was flirting with their wives. My motives were totally misunderstood by their husbands. Excuse me but I must comment: “What stupid men!”
And in my effort to understand angry, jealous husbands I have found enlightenment given through the writings of Emanuel Swedenborg. “Jealousness is a kind of blazing fire against those who attack the love shared with a married partner, and a kind of trembling fear at the thought of losing that love.” (Married Love, no. 368)
Indeed husbands may be called upon to protect their wives from unwanted flirtatious advances from other men, but there is no need for them to make a grand show of doing so. And they better get their facts right before acting against any apparent disturber of their marital loves.
I know that men have flirted with my wife in public and she has enervated and discouraged them with a glance. There has never been a need for me to come to her defense like a medieval knight in shining armor brandishing a sword. Indeed such an action might be done more to flatter my own ego than from a desire to protect my wife and our marital bonds. However some husbands do act in such a showy, self-aggrandizing manner, I have observed.
And now I cannot help but think of Ken and Pat Rose and Louis and Freya King and how much these wives shared their love for people, in public. I think that their husbands were happy to see their wives smile, sometimes hug people and generally exude love to those outside of their marriage. It seems to me that such marital bonds are much stronger than when wives are afraid to show their feelings, lest a jealous husband disapprove and maybe fly into a childish rage.
Such fearful wives, I believe, are truly shackled. Sad sight indeed, and this certainly it is a token of an unhealthy marriage. Men, you know that the love of dominion destroys all human relationships, including your own marriages. And grandstanding in public seems to more of a sign of adolescence than of maturity.
Of course not all wives are outgoing in society but surely they should not be afraid be so, if they so choose.
Say, “Enough about me; I want to learn about you.”
No one knows the weight of another’s problems.
Sweet Jesse (and Greg) continues to share homemade sweets with Dorothy and me.
And my neighbor, Pat O’Brian, brought over to our house a complete Thanksgiving dinner, consisting of turkey, salmon, potatoes, vegetables, dinner rolls and butter. I hugged her.
Recently when driving down an entrance to a local shopping area, a lady parked her car on the side of the road about 20 feet in front of me. Then she got out of her car and walked in front of my moving vehicle. I hit the brakes and she stopped and she looked absent-mindedly at me. I waved for her to continue to cross the road.
Do some people not realize that if a car hits them they could harm their bodies including nerves, especially those in the spine. Life-long pain and crippling of the body could follow. I am sure that many of you have had similar experiences when driving through parking lots. I guess that it would be a good New Year’s resolution for us to be very aware of our physical environment when driving or walking on parking lots.
I am still opposed to the words “Stephen Minister.” There seems to be a very short mental distance from thinking about and referring to one of them as a “minister” and referring to one of them as “reverend.” Why not give them the title of “Stephen Friends.”
Would a member of the United States Marine Corp respect a person who called himself/herself a marine after only six days training? Should a New Church minister respect a person who calls himself/herself a minister after only six days training? Let’s be rational about this.
“My life is…a mystery which I do not attempt to really understand, as though I were led by a hand in a night where I see nothing, but can fully depend on the love and protection of Him who guides me.” - Thomas Merton
“Sleep tight, sweet dreams my little one. Mommy’s here and God is near.” - Anon
“Well done is better than well said.” - Benjamin Franklin
“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.” - Albert Einstein
“Half the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things.” - William J. Lock
God’s answers are wiser than our prayers.
Wise people admit they have faults.
Never underestimate the power of forgiveness.
You dive into a swimming pool so your friends can go surfing.
You’re at school in the classroom and turn around and erase the blackboard.