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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

The Call

    My blood so red
   For thee was shed,
Come home again, come home again!
   You've gone astray
   Out of your way,
Come home again, come home again!

Anonymous,  17th century

Note:  We are now on our way back to Tanzania, our other home here on this earth, to encourage the African Church, the Diocese of Victoria Nyanza (Lake Victoria), also known as D.V.N.,  which we are grateful to have joined with on our Christian walk.  Why are we leaving our first home, Christ the King Anglican Church in Casey County, Kentucky, which we are grateful to be one with on our Christian walk?  My husband put it this way:  "We are called to bear one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ, as St. Paul wrote in his letter to the Galatians."  This is our call, and we are answering this call.  Praise be to God!!!!


Road of my Desire

O Thou who dost direct my feet
   To right or left where pathways part,
Wilt Thou not, faithful Paraclete
   Direct the journeying of my heart?

Into the love of God, I pray,
   Deeper and deeper let me press,
Exploring all along the way
   Its secret strength and tenderness.

Into the steadfastness of one
   Who patiently endured the cross.
Of Him who, though He were a Son,
   Came to His crown through a bitter loss.

This is the road of my desire --
   Learning to love as God loves me,
Ready to pass through flood or fire
   With Christ's unwearying constancy.

by Frank Houghton, 1894 - 1972
found in A Treasury of Christian Poetry, compiled by Mary Batchelor

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Love Through Me

Love through me, Love of God,
   There is no love in me;
O Fire of Love, light Thou the love
   That burns perpetually.

Flow through me, Peace of God,
   Calm river flow until
No wind can blow, no current stir
   A ripple of self-will.

Shine through me, Joy of God,
   Make me like thy clear air
That Thou dost pour Thy colours through,
   As though it were not there.

O blessed Love of God,
   That all may taste and see
How good Thou art, once more I pray,
   Love through me, even me.

by Amy Carmichael,  Edges of His Ways