Sychar’s margin cool | From an Old Soul
It seems George MacDonald’s life is like a tug of war. His sonnet for today describes the place where he would like to stay, “nor ever leave.” My personal reflections follow. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Category: Devotional Writing
January 17, 2016
my life’s inheritance | From an Old Soul
~~~~~Dawn sunrise from Kinnoull Hill above the River Tay, Scotland
I can’t help it! Abandoning George MacDonald is not a possibility. So today we’re embarking on his August sonnets. He’s still talking with his Lord, though from a slightly different perspective. As before, his conversations with God include striking images, personal struggle, Read the rest of this entry »
January 10, 2016
Living upon thy air | From an Old Soul
“Living upon thy air.” The air God gives me with each breath. Air that binds me to you by way of Christ, the Lord of life. Not with ropes, chains, locks, or any number of good deeds to prove I deserve special treatment.
MacDonald’s last two sonnets for July are Read the rest of this entry »
January 5, 2016
Ties that Bind | Dear Readers
When I think about ties that bind me to the largest number of other people, PTSD wins hands down. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder affects every human being in this world, directly or indirectly, Read the rest of this entry »
January 3, 2016
Living in thy realities | From an Old Soul
I want life to follow my way, truth, my notions about how things are or should be. I’m not alone. My comments follow George MacDonald’s sonnets. Read the rest of this entry »
December 27, 2015
Love’s Knowledge | From an Old Soul
Can we reason or debate our way to the truth about ourselves and God? George MacDonald doesn’t think so. My comments follow.
July 27
The love of thee will set all notions right.
Right save by love no thought can be or may;
Only love’s knowledge is the primal light.
Questions keep camp along love’s shining coast—
Challenge my love and would my entrance stay;
Across the buzzing, doubting, challenging host,
I rush to thee, and cling, and cry: Thou know’st.George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress Press 1994
December 20, 2015
I love thee for I must | From an Old Soul
Have you ever prayed for healing? Here’s a challenging entry from George MacDonald’s Diary of an Old Soul. My comments follow.
July 26
Some say that thou their endless love hast won
By deeds for them which I may not believe
Thou ever didst, or ever willedst done:
What matter, so they love thee? They receive
Eternal more than the poor loom and wheel
Of their invention ever wove and spun.
I love thee for I must, thine all from head to heel. Read the rest of this entry »
December 18, 2015
Advent | A Lament
Eyes ache
Ears miss birdsong
Body tires of
Indoor exercise
Confining
Repetitive
Winter
Tell me, Winter
Why so sparse
So barren
Even potted plants
Grow tiresome
Droop
Fade Read the rest of this entry »
December 13, 2015
A terror-haunted wold | From an Old Soul
A “wold” is a hilly, elevated, somewhat wild stretch of land found especially in Great Britain. Often unsuitable for human habitation. Often windy, with unpredictable weather and dark nights. Prone to terrors like those Read the rest of this entry »
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