Tuesday, November 15, 2022

The Velveteen Rabbit


Do you remember the children's book The Velveteen Rabbit?

I had forgotten all about it until I read this fascinating article.

My aunt Dianne sent the article to my mom, and my mom sent it to me.

As I read the article, it sparked memories of the following quotations:
  • "If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." - C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
  • "That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World’s End, the opening lines of Kubla Khan, the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves." - C.S. Lewis, Pilgrim's Regress"
  • It has always seemed to me, ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, I was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile." - L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
  • «Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.» "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Le Petit Prince, Antoine de St.-Exupéry
  • "All that can be said is that everything in our life happens as though we entered upon it with a load of obligations contracted in a previous existence. There is no reason arising from the conditions of our life on this earth for us to consider ourselves obliged to do good, to be tactful, even to be polite. … All these obligations whose sanction is not of this present life, seem to belong to a different worldfounded on kindness, scruples, sacrifices, a world entirely different from this one, a world whence we emerge to be born on this earth, before returning thither, perhaps to live under the empire of those unknown laws we have obeyed because we bore their teaching within us without knowing who had taught us.” (Marcel Proust, La Prisonniere, as quoted in Homo Viator by Gabriel Marcel.)"
  • "We recognize what is lovely because we have seen it somewhere else, and as we walk through the world, we are constantly on the watch for it with a kind of nostalgia, so that when we see an object or a person that pleases us, it is like recognizing an old friend; it hits us in the solar plexus, and we need no measuring or lecturing to tell us that it is indeed quite perfect. It is something we have long been looking for, something we have seen in another world, memories of how things should be." - “Goods of First and Second Intent,” Collected Works of Hugh Nibley 9:528"
  • "Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun; and every evening, 'Do it again' to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we." - G.K. Chesteron, Orthodoxy"



Wednesday, March 9, 2022

We Bore Their Teaching Within Us


Marcel Proust

“All that can be said is that everything in our life happens as though we entered upon it with a load of obligations contracted in a previous existence. There is no reason arising from the conditions of our life on this earth for us to consider ourselves obliged to do good, to be tactful, even to be polite. … All these obligations whose sanction is not of this present life, seem to belong to a different world, founded on kindness, scruples, sacrifices, a world entirely different from this one, a world whence we emerge to be born on this earth, before returning thither, perhaps to live under the empire of those unknown laws we have obeyed because we bore their teaching within us without knowing who had taught us.” (Marcel Proust, La Prisonniere, as quoted in Homo Viator by Gabriel Marcel.)

Friday, February 11, 2022

The Boat

The Boat

I owned a little boat a while ago.
And sailed the morning sea without a fear.
And whither any breeze might fairly blow
I steered my little craft afar and near.

Mine was the boat
and mine the air.
And mine the sea.
Nor mine a care.

My boat became my place of mighty toil.
I sailed at evening to the fishing ground.
At morn my boat was freighted with the spoil
Which my all-conquering work had found.

Mine was the boat.
And mine the net
And mine the skill
And power to get.

One day there came along that silent shore.
While I my net was casting the sea.
A man who spoke as never man before.
I followed Him; new life began in me.

Mine was the boat
But His the voice.
And His the call.
Yet mine the choice.

Ah! 'twas a fearful night. out on the lake.
And all my skill availed not, at the helm.
Till Him asleep I waked, crying, "Take
Thou the helm - lest water overwhelm!"

And His the boat.
And His the sea.
And His the peace.
O'er all and me.

Once from the boat He taught the curious throng
Then bade me cast my net into the sea,
I murmured but obeyed, nor was it long
Before the catch amazed and humbled me.

His was the boat.
And His the skill
And His the catch.
And His my will.


Whom Have You Tried to Bless Today?


I knelt to pray when day was done
And prayed, “O Lord, bless everyone;
Lift from each saddened heart the pain,
And let the sick be well again.”

And then I woke another day
And carelessly went on my way;
The whole day long, I did not try
To wipe a tear from any eye.

I did not try to share the load
Of any brother on the road;
I did not even go to see
The sick man, just next door to me.

Yet, once again, when day was done,
I prayed, “O Lord, bless everyone.”
But as I prayed, into my ear
There came a voice that whispered clear:

“Pause now, my son, before you pray;
Whom have you tried to bless today?
God’s sweetest blessings always go
By hands that serve Him here below.”

And then I hid my face and cried,
“Forgive me, God, I have not tried.
Let me but live another day,
And I will live the way I pray.”

- Whitney Montgomery

Thursday, January 27, 2022

First-Class Fighting Trim

C.S. Lewis

"Prudence means practical common sense, taking the trouble to think out what you
are doing and what is likely to come of it. Nowadays most people hardly think of
Prudence as one of the ‘virtues’. In fact, because Christ said we could only get into
His world by being like children, many Christians have the idea that, provided you
are ‘good’, it does not matter being a fool. But that is a misunderstanding. In the
first place, most children show plenty of ‘prudence’ about doing the things they are
really interested in, and think them out quite sensibly. In the second place, as St.
Paul points out, Christ never meant that we were to remain children in intelligence:
on the contrary. He told us to be not only ‘as harmless as doves’, but also ‘as wise
as serpents’. He wants a child’s heart, but a grown-up’s head. He wants us to be
simple, single-minded, affectionate, and teachable, as good children are; but He also
wants every bit of intelligence we have to be alert at its job, and in first-class fighting
trim. The fact that you are giving money to a charity does not mean that you need
not try to find out whether that charity is a fraud or not. The fact that what you are
thinking about is God Himself (for example, when you are praying) does not mean
that you can be content with the same babyish ideas which you had when you were
a five-year-old. It is, of course, quite true that God will not love you any the less, or
have less use for you, if you happen to have been born with a very second-rate brain.
He has room for people with very little sense, but He wants every one to use what
sense they have."

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Deep and Unmet Needs

Spencer W. Kimball

"Jesus saw sin as wrong but also was able to see sin as springing from deep and unmet needs on the part of the sinner. This permitted him to condemn the sin without condemning the individual. We can show forth our love for others even when we are called upon to correct them. We need to be able to look deeply enough into the lives of others to see the basic causes for their failures and shortcomings."

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Ships, Like Men, Respond to Challenge

James A. Michener

"A ship, like a human being, moves best when it is slightly athwart the wind, when it has to keep its sails tight and attend its course. Ships, like men, do poorly when the wind is directly behind, pushing them sloppily on their way so that no care is required in steering or in the management of sails; the wind seems favorable, for it blows in the direction one is heading, but actually it is destructive because it induces a relaxation in tension and skill. What is needed is a wind slightly opposed to the ship, for then tension can be maintained, and juices can flow and ideas can germinate, for ships, like men, respond to challenge”

- James A. Michener

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Turn Their Lives Over to God

President Ezra Taft Benson

"Men and women who turn their lives over to God will discover that He can make a lot more out of their lives than they can. He will deepen their joys, expand their vision, quicken their minds, strengthen their muscles, lift their spirits, multiply their blessings, increase their opportunities, comfort their souls, raise up friends, and pour out peace. Whoever will lose his life in the service of God will find eternal life." 

- President Ezra Taft Benson

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Quiet Down, Cobwebs

Song for a Fifth Child

Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.

- by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Saturday, January 1, 2022

He Is Building a Palace

C.S. Lewis

"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself." 

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

The Distance Narrows

Spencer W. Kimball

“I find that when I get casual in my relationships with divinity and when it seems that no divine ear is listening and no divine voice is speaking, that I am far, far away. If I immerse myself in the scriptures the distance narrows and the spirituality returns. I find myself loving more intensely those whom I must love with all my heart and mind and strength, and loving them more, I find it easier to abide their counsel.”

Abraham Lincoln's Favorite Poem

Mortality

By William Knox

Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blest,--
Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure, -- her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes -- like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes -- even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same our fathers have been;
We see the same sights our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we view the same sun,
And run the same course our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling; --
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved -- but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned -- but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved -- but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed -- but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died -- ay, they died; -- we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode;
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye -- 'tis the draught of a breath--
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud:--
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

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