Jan 19 2016 Isaiah 58-66 by Nancy Baird




In 1787, at the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia, almost the last thing that Benjamin Franklin said, was a moving appeal for prayer:

“In this situation of this assembly, groping, as it were, in the dark to find political truth, and scarce able to distinguish it when presented to us, how has it happened, Sir, that we have not hitherto once thought of humbly applying to the Father of Lights to illuminate our understandings?…if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?”
John Bigelow, The Life of Franklin Written by Himself, III, 388.

 “Prayer is cold, listless and difficult unless the heart be already inflamed with the coals of blessing.”    Martin Luther, Interpreter’s Bible, Vol .5, 730.

My self, arch traitor to myself:
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
My clog whatever road I go.
Cristina Rossetti, (poet, 19th century).

“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship…there are no ordinary people.”  C.S. Lewis, from The Weight of Glory, 45-46.

“Miles and miles of tree scripture along the sky…terrestrial expressions of the sun.”
W.F. Bade, The Life and Letters of John Muir, II, 24.