Monday, August 19, 2013

August thanks.  I thank thee Lord that the edge is off the heat.  The summer's breath is hot but not scorching.  The tomato is on the vine and the strawberry hides in the shade of its own leaf; the red and green, not of Christmas, but of full fledged summer.  Though my wings have been clipped, I still sing your praises in the corner of creation where I rest on swinging perch with an eye on beauty that is a hint of all that abounds. 

Praise.  "Let not thy praises be transient,--a fit of music, and then the instrument hung by the wall till another gaudy day of some remarkable providence makes thee take it down.  God comes not guest-wise to his saints' house, but to dwell with them.  David took this up for a lifework: "As long as I live, I will praise thee."  Gurnall.

"It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord and to sing praises unto Thy name, O most High:  to show forth Thy lovingkindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness every night."  Psalm 92:1-2

"If our hearts were tuned to praise, we should see causes unnumbered, which we had never seen before, for thanking God.  Thanksgiving is spoken of as a 'sacrifice well pleasing unto God.'  It is a far higher offering than prayer.   When we pray we ask for things which we want; or we tell out our sorrows.  We pray, in order to bring down blessings upon ourselves; we praise, because our hearts overflow with love to God, and we must speak it out to Him.  It flows out of pure love, and then the love goes back to our hearts, and warms them anew, and revives and quickens them." P. Maurice

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