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ThoughtLines: Shorts, Poems and Other Thoughts
Echoes of The Right to God
Most Echoes essays and poems had a catch line.
Like a sticky note on the brain, that one phrase opened up the memory of the story's meaning, reminding us of what we loved or what we learned. For our one year anniversary of Echoes of The Right to God, here are some of our favorite sticky notes.
Like a sticky note on the brain, that one phrase opened up the memory of the story's meaning, reminding us of what we loved or what we learned. For our one year anniversary of Echoes of The Right to God, here are some of our favorite sticky notes.
When God Works Through Us In Spite Of Us
Charity Vester
"What had I done to my masterpiece?"
Masterpiece
Darlene Pistocchi
Darlene Pistocchi
"Not to just do his work,
but to be his work."
I Used to Pray To Do God's Will
Rise Ruhl
I Used to Pray To Do God's Will
Rise Ruhl
The Vine That Growed Beautiful
By Michael Peachman
(written at age 5)
By Michael Peachman
(written at age 5)
It just came up out of the ground.
It growed bigger. That's when it had two leaves.
Then it growed bigger. It had lots of leaves.
It growed all big. (Rain)
It growed
beautiful leaves
with a hill so you could go visit.
It growed bigger. That's when it had two leaves.
Then it growed bigger. It had lots of leaves.
It growed all big. (Rain)
It growed
beautiful leaves
with a hill so you could go visit.
I've come to a conclusion: God's love can NOT be put
into words. There aren't words with which I could even
attempt to describe it let alone define it. Even calling it
love is like comparing quantum physics to counting on my
fingers. I suppose that should have been fairly obvious
from the beginning. But now, I'm finally beginning to
really get it. And getting it means there are no boundaries
or limitations and its growth is exponential and perpetual
for eternity. What can anyone say about that?
Robert B. Wood
Robert B. Wood
"I was supposed
to be in Peru!"
Souls without prayer are like people whose bodies or limbs are
paralyzed; they possess feet and hands, but cannot control them. In the
same way, there are souls so infirm and so accustomed to busying
themselves with outside affairs that nothing can be done for them, and it
seems as though they are incapable of entering within themselves at all.
So accustomed have they grown all the time to living with the reptiles
and creatures to be found in the outer court of the castle that they have
become almost like them.
From St. Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle, interpretation by E. Allison Peers
From St. Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle, interpretation by E. Allison Peers