If I were to look at my life from God’s perspective, what would I see? It’s kind of a scary question when one thinks about it. With all my faults exposed and my frailties laid bare, I think I would ask how God could possibly love me. On the other hand, I feel that I would see my actions from a…
Also a prayer from a church drummer…
Lord, Your Spirit reminds me that I am unfolding, changing, and discovering who I think I should be every day. What was once so clear is now myopic, yet it is the mystery of who you are that allows me to trust that you will do a good work with my days. Your unfathomable love sustains me in my…
I thought this sort of stuff was supposed to end after WWII. Is it just me or do things just keep getting worse and worse on the human rights side of things?
We blogged about a small Turkish village that’s being impacted by the stream of Syrian refugees crossing the border into Hatay province, an area that was once part of Syria until 1938. This photograph from the Guardian puts a face to the people living in these camps:
Syrian refugees’ drawings:
Schoolchildren’s sketches of their dream homes at the Boynuyogun refugee camp in Hatay province near the Turkish-Syrian border. Inside the camp, tent canvases have been decorated with refugees’ drawings
~reblogged by Trent Gilliss, senior editor
This is especially nice while listening to Bach…
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.
(submitted by medievalsorceress)
an ironic juxtaposition…
Here, we offers a selection of images from the LIFE book, Titanic: The Tragedy That Shook the World: One Century Later: pictures that remind us, poignantly, not only of the phenomenal, harrowing scope of the Titanic disaster, but of its human cost — a cost measured in the lives of individuals, and families, whose world was upended, forever, on a cold night in the North Atlantic one hundred years ago.
“One hundred years later,” the book’s editors point out, “we are all paying attention again. But then: We have never not paid attention.”