With God in the Bush: Merry Christmas! (With A Capital C)

December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas! (With A Capital C)

3 comments:

Anya said...: Such a cool song. :); Thu Dec 25, 10:59:00 PM 2008
Meg-Anne said...: Ha ha... that was a funny song! I hope that your Christmas was blessed and that you have a happy New Year!

~Meg-Anne; Wed Dec 31, 07:56:00 AM 2008
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No desire to bother you again, but I would love for you to look at me and my sister's blog:
ourspareoom.wordpress.com. I've only just started so don't expect much! And of course, I love comments...
~Meg; Sun Jan 25, 03:03:00 PM 2009

Some Books I Am Reading

The Letters of C.S. Lewis
The King Arthur Trilogy by Rosemary Sutcliff
Four Faultless Felons by Chesterton
The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy Sayers
Lord Peter Wimsey by Dorothy Sayers
Instant Physics by Tony Rothman
Castle Dangerous by Sir Walter Scott
The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien
Orthodoxy by Chesterton
The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott
Galileo's Daughter by Sobel
Kenilworth by Sir Walter Scott
The Holy War by John Bunyan
The New World by Winston Churchill
Paradise Lost by Milton
Henry V by Shakespeare
Fearfully and Wonderfully Made by Brand
The Complete Stories of Father Brown by Chesterton
Don Quixote by Cervantes

A PSALM OF LIFETell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Longfellow

With God in the Bush

December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas! (With A Capital C)

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