Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells to love of the telling till, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all but only in what they say about Him. For it doesn’t stop at being interested in paint, you know. They sink lower – become interested in their own personalities and then in nothing but their own reputations. – C.S. Lewis “The Great Divorce” p.8
In God’s sight, there are no “little people” and no “little places” – only individuals who offer their lives in consecrated moments of obedience to God. When they do this, he gives them the power to influence the flow of an entire generation. Harvey Hook – “The Power of an Ordinary Life” (inspired by Francis Schaeffer) This morning I was encouraged by this quote from a man who invested in my life when I was ‘just another college student.’ Harvey Hook saw the value in my ordinary life and his investment continues to this day in the lives of many...
“To describe an emotion is to feel with words. To communicate a moment of existence is to bridge the eternal and the temporal with an intellectual engagement of body, soul, spirit, and mind. To write, therefore, is to entangle the mysteries of the universe in a collection of words, a web of ideas, a single drop of ink on a page.” -Charles Morgan Heyworth
“What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint? The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move That the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in Laughter And saying, “I Surrender!” Whereas, my dear, I am afraid you still think You have a thousand serious moves.” -Hafez, Persian Poet
The value of an individual is measured by existence not performance. There are things that I want to do because they increase my ability to enjoy existing. There are things that I do in order to continue existing. But if I begin to base the value of my existence on what I accomplish toward these ends, their accomplishment becomes meaningless and my value becomes an illusive hope that someday I will possess the validation of my existence. -Charles M. Heyworth