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Tag: From an Old Soul

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 »

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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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November 15, 2015

Thou? Far away? | From an Old Soul

Thou? Far away? Is that possible? George MacDonald takes a second and third look at God’s presence and absence. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »

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October 11, 2015

the pathless night | From a Old Soul

George MacDonald didn’t write Diary of an Old Soul for publication. He wrote it as his private journal, in the form of one sonnet per day of the year. Read the rest of this entry »

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October 4, 2015

When my heart sinks | From an Old Soul

When your heart sinks, how do you think about yourself in relation to God? Things aren’t always as they seem. Read the rest of this entry »

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September 22, 2015

Never Ending Birth | From an Old Soul

Even though this isn’t the way I want things to be, I’m encouraged by these two sonnets. I can’t say I’ve had any great miraculous spurts of growth when it comes to making my way home.

It’s all been a bit of a slog in the dark. Read the rest of this entry »

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August 29, 2015

Getting with the Program | From an Old Soul

Do you long for world peace? George MacDonald’s theme here is similar to earlier sonnets—the slow pace of our progress toward peace. Or, put another way, Read the rest of this entry »

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August 12, 2015

Are you a Tardy Soul? | From an Old Soul

Today’s sonnet is for tardy women and men everywhere. Are you one of them? If so, you have lots of company, including George MacDonald himself. As is often the case, MacDonald’s route to this un-astonishing insight is Read the rest of this entry »

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August 7, 2015

Fashioned for Freedom | From an Old Soul

Just because we’re designed for freedom, that doesn’t mean it comes easily or naturally. George MacDonald is thinking about himself and his struggle to be free of his dire darkness, his fear and doubt. He got me thinking about my struggles. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »

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July 29, 2015

Bad sea-boats we | From an Old Soul

Oops! Maybe that flame-out rescue from his nightmare of dire darkness, the one George MacDonald asked for in the last sonnet, was a bit hasty. Not because it wasn’t worthy of God, but…. Read the rest of this entry »

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