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Some beauty to reflect upon this Tuesday morning:

Herein is wonder of wonders:

     he came below to raise me above,

     was born like me that I might become like him.

Herein is love;

     when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace,

          to raise me to himself.

Herein is power;

     when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart

     he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreate and the created.

Herein is wisdom;

     when I was undone, with no will to return to him,

          and no intellect to devise recovery,

     he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost,

          as man to die my death,

               to shed satisfying blood on my behalf,

               to work out a perfect righteousness for me.

O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and enlarge my mind;

     let me hear good tidings of great joy,

          and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore,

          my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose,

          my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father.

Excerpt from The Valley of Vision.



Posted on: July 23, 2007

I CANNOT write you
an ordinary letter
as I normally do.
Not this time.
For that might seem like preaching
and I cannot preach.
Not just now.

when every single day
shows with growing clarity
just how much an infant I am
when it comes to knowing Christ.

That is what I am—
what I am when it
comes to understanding
that which is impossible to understand—
what I am when it
comes to searching
the unsearchable.

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