Poetry: Moore – ‘Tis the Last Rose of Summer

In the waiting and holding out in this bleak world, we find that we have hope and that we are not alone.

Thoughts on “Divine Goodness” from The Problem of Pain

"I do not think I should value much the love of a friend who cared only for my happiness and did not object to my becoming dishonest." C. S. Lewis, "Divine Goodness," The Problem of Pain

Hymns: What a Friend we have in Jesus

Joseph Medlicott Scriven was in 1819 born to John and Jane Scriven of Banbridge, Ireland. Joseph had a rather turbulent life even from a young age. He had wanted to serve in the military, but his poor health led to him studying at Trinity College, which he graduated from in 1842. A year later, his fiancée drowned …

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Falling into the Slough of Despond

Now I saw in my dream, that just as they had ended this talk they drew near to a very miry slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Despond. Here, therefore, they wallowed for a time, …

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