From My Bookshelf

a few titles, a few names, and quotes to underline (if the book is yours)

Barton, Ruth Haley.  “Sacred Rhythms”  2006

“Like a plant that has become potbound, its roots searching for nutrients that have long since been used up, the human soul gets to the point when it is ready for a more spacious way to pray, one that provides more room for the mystery of growth in intimacy with God and more depth for the roots to sink into.”

 

Davies, Oliver.  Intro. , McGinn, Bernard. Ed. in Chief.  “Celtic Spirituality” 1999

“It is inevitable [] that the modern theologian, sensitive to issues surrounding the role of nature, women, or the imagination within Christianity today, will ten to put a far greater weight on these dimensions in early Celtic texts than will the social historian, and will more readily value them as the elements of a distinctive tradition.”

 

Fisk, Bruce N.  “A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Jesus” 2011

“When we borrow from the past, we attach significance to the present.”  “We flee life’s gray predictability to enter the luminescent Gospel World where anything can happen.”

 

Kidd, Sue Monk.  “When the Heart Waits” 2006

“Strength in weakness is the paradox of the cocoon.”  “When I first began writing I couldn’t admit to anyone – even myself – that I was a writer…  Owning my writer hood was a slow process… We own it a little at a time; bit by bit the realness shines through.”

 

MacDonald, George  (Scottish author, poet, minister) 

Selection from “A Broken Prayer”

Make me a broad strong river coming down

With shouts from its high hills, whose rocky hearts

Throb forth the joy of their stability

In watery pulses from their inmost deeps;

And I shall be a vein upon thy world

Circling perpetual from the parent deep…

 

Selection from “O Lord How Happy”

I do not fear the wilderness

Where thou hast been before;

Nay rather will I daily press

After thee, near thee, more!

Thou art my food; on thee I lean,

Thou makest my heart sing;

And to thy heavenly pastures green

All thy dear flock dost bring…

 

Selection from “Written on a Stormy Night”

Again the loud boughs thunder! And the din

Licks up my footfall from the hissing earth!

But I have found a mighty peace within,

And have risen into a home of mirth!

Wildly I climb above the shaking spires,

Above the sobbing clouds, up through the steady fires!

 

Selection from “Love is Strength”

Little ones, no ill can chance;

Fear ye not, but sing and dance;

Though the high-heaved heaven should fall

God is plenty for us all;

God is Love and Strength!

 

Selection from “A Baby-Sermon”

The lightning and thunder

They go and they come:

But the stars and stillness

Are always at home.

 

November stanza 1 from “The Diary of an Old Soul”

Thou art of this world, Christ.  Thou know’st it all;

Thou know’st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;

How moons, and hearts, and seasons rise and fall;

How we grow weary plodding away;

Of future joy how present pain bereaves,

Rounding us with a dark of mere decay,

Tossed with a drift of summer-fallen leaves.

 

October stanza 27 from “The Diary of an Old Soul”

Take from me leisure, all familiar places;

Take all the lovely things of earth and air

Take from me books; take all my precious faces;

Take words melodious, and their soulful liking;

Take scents, and sounds, and all thy outsides fair;

Draw nearer, taking, and, to my sober thinking,

Thou bring’st them nearer all, and ready to my prayer.

 

April stanza 13 from “The Diary of an Old Soul”

Make me all patience and diligence;

Patience, that thou mayst have thy time with me;

Diligence, that I waste not thy expense

In sending out to bring home to thee.

What though thy work in me transcends my sense –

Too fine, too high, for me to understand –

I hope entirely.  On, Lord, with thy labour grand.

 

February stanza 29 from “The Diary of an Old Soul”

Gather my broken fragments to a whole,

As these four quarters make a shining day.

Into thy basket, my golden bowl,

Take up the things that I have cast away

In vice or indolence or unwise play.

Let mine be merry, all-receiving heart,

But make it whole, with light in every part.

 

 January stanza 5 from “The Diary of an Old Soul”

Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll;

Thy birds fly but within thy airy sea;

My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul;

I breathe, I think, I love, I live but thee.

Oh breathe, oh think, – O Love, live into me;

Unworthy is my life till all divine,

Till thou see only what is thine.

 

Moore, Mandy and Prain, Leanne.  “Yarn Bombing: The Art of Crochet and Knit Graffiti”  2009

“WHY WE LOVE TO TAG: Intrigue – We love to be part of the mystery.  We know that the next day someone will be wondering what a tag is and where it came from.  They will likely think, “Who would do that?”

 

Sarton, May.  “The House By the Sea” 1977

“I look out to the ocean over a large field, so I am not aware of the tides… [ ] or influenced their rhythm, instead, I am bathed in the gentleness of this field-ocean landscape.”

 

Sayers, Dorothy L.  “Gaudy Night” 1935

“Then, with many false starts and blank feet, returning and filling and erasing painfully as she went, she began to write again, knowing with a deep inner certainty that somehow, after long and bitter wandering, she was once more in her own place.”

 

Weston, John. “On!: Achieving Excellence in Leadership” 2017

“So much relies on integrity.”