The Valleys of Weeping

The unwounded life bears no resemblance to Jesus the Christ.
The unwounded life bears no resemblance to Jesus the Christ.
‘I call to You every day O Lord; I spread my hands out to You.
God's eyes beam down from heaven, and He smiles yet again. He rejoices in virtue.
God works in ways no man can imagine. (BUT - we all really know that anyway.
To do two things at once is to do neither.
There is a human neediness that cries out to Heaven and claims His heart. It is stronger than any human’s independence, such neediness too pierces human pride.
A mother's children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.
A desert monk, Abba Daniel (circa 400 AD) taught: Upon an invitation a monk attended the house of a woman possessed by the devil.
An unknown man falls into an unseen abyss. His life descends at an alarming rate. He catches a hanging golden thread he is whizzing past.
Is it not a scandal when children over-speak their parents, or give them no honor of listening? Why would a child refuse to hear a loving parent's call? 'The need of the...