The crying sin of modern parents is their unwillingness to let their children grow. They wish to transform them all at once from prattling infants into immortal geniuses. They have more faith in art than in Nature, in books and schoolrooms than in brooks and groves. Charles E. Sargent M.A.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
I started working a Christian Hotline in January and it has been an experience only this post can express. Here is a conversation that the founder of the hotline and I had this week.
Thanks for all of your encouragement and for sharing the email with me. Great to hear from you.
By the way, i have been meaning to let you know that one of the young ladies you chatted with said some very nice things about you on our FB page...here is what she said,
"Thank you yall have help me. the person i talk to name Fred he amazing he help me tonight. i was sad and hurting might end up killing my self or other worse i talk to him he help me i feel better
Thanks for all you do."
Her Facebook name is Lanna
Lanna!, Oh Sean, this girl is very special to me; she was raised in abuse, both verbal, physical and sexual, after her father abandoned her at 11, she lived with her mother, who had men over all the time and one in particular that was 55 when Lana was 13 and began having sex with Lana and all the mom said was, “I don't care what you do just don't do it in my bed."
DHS took Lana from the home and she went into Foster care, when emancipated she had no education, no skills so she went into prostitution, and somewhere along the way, she saw a "Groundwire" video, kept the number, and months later, at 22, she called the line and God graced me with the call. That was two weeks ago; now see what Jesus has done in two weeks, here is her last email to me ---
"I think god awnswer my preys. So i been haveing dream about my mom. Who i have not talk to or seen since i was like 16. I ask my sister if she was ok she said yea. I inbox my mom on facebook she told me she been ill for over a year but getting better. So today we been talking i was able kind of tell her how i feel and was able tell her i forgive her. That i wanted to bulid a relationship with her. She told me that she love me and always will so i am hope for a relationship."
"With men, it is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Monday, February 20, 2017
"There is no impulse to be more carefully and jealously guarded than the impulse which tells us that we are bound to speak unpleasant truths to one's friends. It must be resisted until seventy times seven! It can only be yielded to if there is nothing but pure pain in the doing of it; if there is the least touch of satisfaction or zest about it, it may be safely put aside." Arthur Benson.
Wednesday, February 08, 2017
This piece was written about art, not religion, but I think there are many things that apply to the church.
"Indeed, I think that our own tendency in England to reverence, our constant appeal to classical standards, is an obstacle to our intellectual and artistic progress. We are like elderly writers who tend to repeat their own beloved mannerisms, and who contemn and decry the work of younger men, despairing of the future. A nation may reach a point, like an ancient and noble dynasty of princes, where it is over-shadowed and over-weighted, by its own past glories, and where it learns to depend upon prestige rather than upon vigor, to wrap itself in its own dignity. What I would rather see is an elasticity, a recklessness, a prodigal trying of experiments, a discontented underrating of past traditions, more than a meek acquiescence in their supremacy."
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
"But, after all, however much we may philosophize about sin or attempt to analyze its essence, there is some dark secret there, of which from time to time we are grievously, conscious. Who does not know the sense of failure to overcome, of lapsing from a hope or a purpose, the burden of the thought of some cowardice or unkindness which we cannot undo and which we need not have committed? No resolute determinism can ever avail us against the stern verdict of that inner tribunal of the soul, which decides, too, by some instinct that we cannot divine, to sting and torture us with the memory of deeds, the momentousness and importance of which we should utterly fail to explain to others. There are things in my own past, which would be met with laughter and ridicule if I attempted to describe them, that still make me blush to recollect with a sense of guilt and shame, and seem indelibly branded upon my mind." Arthur Benson.