What hath Man wrought?
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.–William Wordsworth
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.–William Wordsworth
Is the world a place of pleasure or misery? Can it be both? In C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters, the demon blasts God as “a hedonist at heart.” He criticizes the fact that “out in His sea, there is pleasure, and more pleasure. He makes no secret of it; at His right hand are pleasures for…
Talent is God’s gift; either you’ve got it or you don’t. But your work is a personal responsibility; either you do it or you don’t. –adapted from Syd Field
O saints, do but let your thoughts dwell upon the love of Christ, who passed by angels and thought of you, who was wounded that, out of his wounds, the balm of Gilead might come to heal you; who leaped into the sea of his Father’s wrath, to save you from drowning. –Thomas Watson