Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when the clouds asunder flyHow bright her mien! Far different we—a froward race,Thousands though rich in Fortune's graceWith cherished sullenness of paceTheir way pursue,Ingrates who wear a smileless faceThe whole year through. If kindred humours e'er …
There is little wonder why this book has become a classic. Find yourself a copy, gather your family together, and read this short tale of a man who found his Help and a new life on the night before Christmas.
You would be surprised if you knew how soon one begins to feel the shortness of the tether, of how many things, even in middle life, we have to say ‘“No time for that,” “Too late now,” and “Not for me”… A more Christian attitude, which can be attained at any age, is that of …
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant …
A friend of mine posted on Facebook how reading ones old writings from the past, say in high school, and remembering who you used to be can be cringey. You remember the nasty things you said, the ignorant things you felt, and how sometimes you were just plain dumb. I also thought of how sad …
Madelyn Rose Craig 