The Stream of Life

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Oh Stream of Life! the violet springs
But once beside thy bed;
But one brief summer, on thy path,
The dews of heaven are shed.
Thy parent fountains shrink away,
And close their crystal veins,
And where thy glittering current flowed
The dust alone remains.
~from William Cullen Bryant’s last poem “The Stream of Life”

 

A seed may land in lush green
or a narrow crack of the pavement.
Only a dewy touch from above
will yield blooms from dry rock.
May my dusty soul be bathed
and blossom.

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Called to Advent–sowing

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Sow your seed in the morning, and at evening let your hands not be idle, for you do not know which will succeed, whether this or that, or whether both will do equally well.
Ecclesiastes 11:6

Sowing and sown. We become sower, soil and seed, as well as fertilizer, harvester, storage manager and consumer. We become farmers when it comes to the planting, feeding and watering of the Word in fertile hearts and minds.

It’s what you sow that multiplies, not what you keep in the barn.
Adrian Rogers

The almost impossibly hard thing is to hand over your whole self to Christ. But it is far easier than what we are all trying to do instead. For what we are trying to do is remain what we call “ourselves” – our personal happiness centered on money or pleasure or ambition – and hoping, despite this, to behave honestly, and chastely and humbly. And that is exactly what Christ warned us you cannot do. If I am a grass field – all the cutting will keep the grass field less but won’t produce wheat. If I want wheat…I must be plowed up and re-sown.

C.S. Lewis – Essay on “Is Christianity Hard or Easy?”