"Then, with a horror of pitiful amazement, she saw a great cross marked in two cruel stripes on his back; and the thoughts that thereupon went coursing through her loving imagination, it would be hard to set forth. Could it be that the Lord was still, child and man, suffering for his race, to deliver his brothers and sisters from their sins? — wandering, enduring, beaten, blessing still? accepting the evil, slaying it, and returning none? his patience the one rock where the evil word finds no echo; his heart the one gulf into which the dead-sea wave rushes with no recoil — from which ever flows back only purest water, sweet and cool; the one abyss of destroying love, into which all wrong tumbles, and finding no reaction, is lost, ceases for evermore?"
George MacDonald, Sir Gibbie
"The stars are jealous of Christ’s love for you, the ocean would dry up just for a moment of attention that Jesus gives you daily. You may have scars, but Christ’s scars are evidence that yours are not a sign of your lack of faith, but rather a sign of your miracle of redemption!"

a dear brother in Christ at perhaps the most opportune time. (via restlesswithout)

reblogging because I needed to be reminded again today.

(via restlesswithout)

(via through-stained-glass)

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"Adventures come to the adventurous, and mysterious things fall in the way of those who, with wonder and imagination, are on the watch for them; but the majority of people go past the doors that are half ajar, thinking them closed, and fail to notice the faint stirrings of the great curtain that hangs ever in the form of appearances between them and the world of causes behind."
Algernon Blackwood
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To become neighbours is to bridge the gap between people.  As long as there is distance between us and we cannot look in each other’s eyes, all sorts of false ideas and images arise.  We give them names, make jokes about them, cover them with our prejudices, and avoid direct contact.  We think of them as enemies.  We forget that they love as we love, care for their children as we care for ours, become sick and die as we do.  We forget that they are our brothers and sisters and treat them as objects that can be destroyed at will.

Only when we have the courage to cross the street and look in one another’s eyes can we see there that we are children of the same God and members of the same human family.

Henri Nouwen

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"Following Jesus is not a respectable religion, and I suspect it was never meant to be. It is a call to truth, justice and liberation for those oppressed, excluded and disempowered."
Diarmuid O’Murchu, Catching Up With Jesus
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