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Meanderings, musings and material concerning classical education, homeschooling, books, homemaking and the Christian life...whatever pops into Chris' mind...
When the Purple Heart Stopped Beating
My grandfather never told
me, but I heard how
in’45 he was ordered to hold
an insignificant farm house
against an unlooked-for thousand,
and he did show me
the scars
once. But I always (wars
and all) admired the medals.
He left us, angry
because there wasn't a damn
thing left and he couldn't breathe;
asbestos got him in his bed
waiting for something that he could see.
Is it worth trying
where failure is certain?
Is there a single striving
moment of nobility,
somehow,
in the aiming, in the dying
fall of a dream pursued?
Is there something
in death-denied driving,
a poignant purpose
for the lost fought-for cause?
It took a machine-gun,
an entire division
to get Grandpa out of that house,
but when he lost hope
he laid down and stared
and wheezed.
A hope that is seen
is not a hope at all.
Almighty God, Thou hast in the Gospel set clearly before us with how many and how dreadful sins we are afflicted. This Thou hast done in order that we may learn to be displeased with ourselves, and so lie down, confounded and despairing, in our sins and in the guilt contracted from them. Thus we may yet know the true glory that Thou hast offered to us, and we can be made partakers of it if we embrace with true faith Thine only begotten Son, in whom perfect righteousness and salvation has been offered us. Grant we may so cleave to Christ and receive his benefits in faith that we may be able, not only before the world, but also against Satan and against death itself, to glory in Thee, for Thou alone are just and wise and strong. May Thy strength, Thy justice, Thy wisdom shine upon us in our iniquity and ignorance and weakness, until at last we may reach that fullness of glory laid up for us in heaven through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.
~A prayer of Calvin, as reported by Dr. David Calhoun
"The redeemed have all their objective good in God. God himself is the great good which they are brought to the possession and enjoyment of by redemption. He is the highest good, and the sum of all that good which Christ purchased. God is the inheritance of the saints; he is the portion of their souls. God is their wealth and treasure, their food, their life, their dwelling place, their ornament and diadem, and their everlasting honour and glory. They have none in heaven but God; he is the great good which the redeemed are received to at death, and which they are to rise to at the end of the world. The Lord God is the light of the heavenly Jerusalem; and is the " river of the water of life" that runs, and " the tree of life that grows, in the midst of the paradise of God." The glorious excellencies and beauty of God will be what will for ever entertain the minds of the saints, and the love of God will be their everlasting feast. The redeemed will indeed enjoy other things; they will enjoy the angels, and will enjoy one another; but that which they shall enjoy in the angels, or each other, or in any thing else whatsoever that will yield them delight and happiness, will be what shall be seen of God in them."
~Jonathan Edwards, from a sermon on the inheritance of believers (Thanks to JC)
But we shall come closest to Paul's mind if we understand this phrase as prompted...by Paul's special brand of pastoral logic, which counters by anticipating wrong inferences that his readers might otherwise draw. The wrong inference which he was countering in verse 1...was that the Christian's sins of infirmity may endanger God's continued acceptance of him; the wrong inference that he is countering here is that following Christ will mean the loss of things worth having, uncompensated by any corresponding gain--which, if true, would make Christian discipleship like the Roundheads in 1066 and All That, "right but repulsive." Paul's assurance that with Christ God will give us "all things" corrects this inference by anticipation, for it proclaims the adequacy of God as sovereign benefactor, whose was with his servants leaves no ground for any sense of fear of real personal impoverishment at any stage...
~Packer, Knowing God, p.266
Am I a Soldier of the Cross by Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
1. Am I a soldier of the cross,
a follower of the Lamb,
and shall I fear to own his cause,
or blush to speak his name?
2. Must I be carried to the skies
on flowery beds of ease,
while others fought to win the prize,
and sailed through bloody seas?
3. Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
to help me on to God?
4. Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
supported by thy word.
5. Thy saints in all this glorious war
shall conquer though they die;
they see the triumph from afar,
by faith they bring it nigh.
6. When that illustrious day shall rise,
and all thy armies shine
in robes of victory through the skies,
the glory shall be thine.
And to acheive the eloquence of speech, one must have "Grammar to order expression; Didactic to give it point; Rhetoric to illustrate it; [and] Philosophy to perfect it," all together engendering, by graduated steps, the learned mind nd the cultivated soul. Underlying this method was the assumption that wisdom can be attained through assiduous learning. So the Renaissance provided both an ideal and a curriculum designed to realize that ideal.
~T. L. Simmons, Climbing Parnassus, p.98
"The name of Jesus is not only light but also food; it is also oil, without which all food of the soul is dry; it is salt, without whose seasoning whatever is set before us is insipid; finally, it is honey in the mouth, melody in the ear, rejoicing in the heart, and at the same time medicine. Every discourse in which his name is not spoken is without savor."
~2.16.1, quoting Bernanrd
[H]e loved us even when we practiced enmity toward him and committed wickedness. Thus in a marvelous and divine way he loved us even when he hated us. For he hated us for what we were that he had not made; yet because our wickedness had not entirely consumed his handiwork, he knew how, at the same time, to hate in each one of us what we had made, and to love what he had made.
~2.16.4, quoting Augustine
He therefore sits on high, transfusing us with his power, that he may quicken us to spiritual life, sanctify us by His Spirit, adorn his church with diverse gifts of grace, keep it safe from all harm by his protection, restrain the raging enemies of the cross and of our salvation by the strength of his hand, and finally hold all power in heaven and on earth. All this he does until he shall lay low his enemies...(who are our enemies, too) and complete the building of his church. This is the true state of his kingdom; this is the power that the Father has conferred upon him, until, in coming to judge the living and the dead, he accomplishes his final act.
~2.16.16
You'd think people who claim connection to a higher morality would be the ones most likely to take the lonely, principled stand. But you need only look at history to see how seldom that has been the case, how frequently my people -- Christians -- acquiesce to expediency and fail to look beyond the immediate. Never mind that looking beyond the immediate pretty much constitutes a Christian's entire job description.
In the Bible it says, ''Perfect love casts out fear.'' What we see so often in people of faith, though, is an imperfect love that embraces fear, that lets us live contentedly in our moral comfort zones, doing spiritual busywork and clucking pieties, things that let you feel good, but never require you to put anything at risk, take a leap, make that lonely stand.
Again, there are exceptions, but they prove the rule, which is that in our smug belief that God is on our side, we often fail to ask if we are on His.
Clem (Mr. Miniver) caught her eye across the table. It seemed to her the most important thing about marriage was not a home or children or a remedy against sin, but simply there being always an eye to catch.
~p.32
"It was a Wedgewoood day, with white clouds delicately modelled in relief against a sky of pale pure blue. The best of England, thught Mrs. Miniver, as opposed to countries with reasonable climates, is that it is not only once a year that you can say, "This is the first day of spring." She had already said it twice since January--
~p.75
"Looking up casually in the middle of writing a letter, Mrs. Miniver saw, through the back window of the drawing room, something that she had never consciously seen before: the last leaf being blown from a tree. One moment it was there, on the highest bough of all, waging wildly in the wind and rain. The next moment it was whirling away across the roof tops, a forlorn ragged speck. The line of its flight was the arabesque at the end of a chapter, the final scroll under the death-warrant of summer. Once more the lime tree stood bone-naked.
~p.171
Holy God, in love, became
Perfect Man to bear my blame
On the cross He took my sin
By His death I live again