Sometimes a patch of wild flowers waving in the breeze is a thing of beauty, and we can't help appreciating and enjoying it. Other times, or to different eyes, it's just a vacant lot that needs mowed. Sometimes listening to Mozart, or Wagner, or Liszt is salve for the soul. The strings form a chord that is in perfect harmony with the music of our mind and we can't help closing our eyes and hearing it from deep within. Other times, or to other ears, it's just old, boring music with no words. Sometimes the words of scripture are archaic, dry, lifeless words that say little more to us than random ink spots on a page. Other times, or to other eyes, the print becomes the very voice of our God and speaks to us directly, and plainly, and clearly. Sometimes that still small voice we long to hear whispers the words on the pages straight into our ears, and the words flow deep into the heart of our being, take root there, and become a lasting part of us, eternal truth for our eternal soul. Such, today, are the words written by David in Psalm 116:
vs. 5 The Lord is gracious and righteous Our God is full of compassion.
vs. 6 The Lord protects the simplehearted. When I was in great need, He saved me.
vs. 7 Be at rest again, O my soul, For the Lord has been good to you.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken The crownless again shall be king. Gandalf the Grey
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. Theodore Roosevelt