Category Archives: GOD

Obviously, you’ve never seen a woman skydiving in a hoop skirt. Chris A. Bridges.

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“Until the sixteenth century, men–priests, academics, judges, merchants, princes, and many others–wore skirts, or robes. For men, the skirt was a ‘sign of leisure and a symbol of dignity,’ writes Quentin Bell. This is still true for men in high positions. After all, can you imagine the Pope, or Professor Dumbledore, wearing trousers? Have you ever seen a depiction of God wearing pants?”

Tim Gunn, Tim Gunn’s Fashion Bible: The Fascinating History of Everything in Your Closet

Shoes made by the Elder Brother’s wife, are a pattern for the Younger Brother’s wife to copy.

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“God hasn’t called you to walk in someone else’s shoes (purpose). He wants you to walk in the shoes that fit you, for which He made you. You aren’t going to succeed walking in another woman’s shoes.”
― Beth Moore Jones

“In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger.” ― Kobayashi Issa

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“True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his own terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who ‘have found the centre of their lives in their own hearts’.”
Kathleen Norris, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography

When God sends the dawn he sends it for all. Don Quixote.

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Emma Goldman :

[Anarchism] is the philosophy of the sovereignty of the individual. It is the theory of social harmony. It is the great, surging, living truth that is reconstructing the world, and that will usher in the Dawn.

[Emma Goldman (1869-1940), U.S. anarchist and author; born in Russia. Anarchism and Other Essays, 3rd rev. ed., ch. 1 (1917).]

The lion opens his mouth ; the elephant shuts his ; shut yours.

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“There is no creature among all the Beasts of the world which hath so great and ample demonstration of the power and wisdom of almighty God as the Elephant.” Edward Topsell, The Historie of Foure-Footed Beastes

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The poor man seeks for food, the rich man for appetite.

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It’s June ag’in, an’ in my soul I feel the fillin’ joy
That’s sure to come this time o’ year to every little boy;
For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen,
Where “fields beyont the swellin’ floods stand dressed in livin’ green”;
Where little girls are skeered to death with spiders, bugs, and ants,
An’ little boys get grass-stains on their go-to meetin’ pants.
It’s June ag’in, an’ with it all what happiness is mine –
There’s goin’ to be a picnic, an’ I’m goin’ to jine!

One year I jined the Baptists, an’ goodness! how it rained!
(But grampa says that that’s the way “baptizo” is explained.)
And once I jined the ‘Piscopils an’ had a heap o’ fun –
But the boss of all the picnics was the Presbyteriun!
They had so many puddin’s, sallids, sandwidges, an’ pies,
That a feller wisht his stummick was as hungry as his eyes!
Oh, yes, the eatin’ Presbyteriuns give yer is so fine
That when they have a picnic, you bet I’m goin’ to jine!

But at this time the Methodists have special claims on me,
For they’re goin’ to give a picnic on the 21st, D. V.;
Why should a liberal universalist like me object
To share the joys of fellowship with every friendly sect?
However het’rodox their articles of faith elsewise may be,
Their doctrine of fried chick’n is a savin’ grace to me!
So on the 21st of June, the weather bein’ fine,
They’re goin’ to give a picnic, and I’m goin’ to jine!

“If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

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Theology is never any help; it is searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn’t there. Theologians can persuade themselves of anything.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein

“Thus was I convinced that God is concerned with us humans when we want Him enough. At long last I saw, I felt, I believed. Scales of pride and prejudice fell from my eyes. A new world came into view.” __ Bill Wilson

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There is almost a sensual longing for communion with others who have a large vision. The immense fulfillment of the friendship between those engaged in furthering the evolution of consciousness has a quality impossible to describe.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881 – 1955)

God changes appearances every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.


One moment he is a glass of fresh water, the next, your son bouncing on your knees or an enchanting woman, or perhaps merely a morning walk.  Nikos Kazantzakis1 1 1 1 1 bookoffairypoetr00owen_0010

A Blessing from Syria

May God, the unsearchable abyss of peace, the ineffable sea of love,
the fountain of blessings, and the bestower of affection,
who sends peace to those that receive it,
open to you this day the sea of His love,
and water you with plenteous streams from the riches of His grace.
May God make you a child of quietness, and heir of peace.
May God enkindle in you the fire of His love.
May God strengthen your weakness with His power.
May God bind you and me and everyone else closely to Him and to each other in one firm and indissoluble bond of unity.

-Adapted from a prayer from the Syrian Clementine Liturgy

It is the patient building of character, the intense struggle to realise the truth, which alone will tell in the future of humanity.

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 1 April 1933,

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God is merciful to those whom He sees struggling heart and soul for realization. But remain idle, without any struggle, and you will see that His grace will never come.

They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you. Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay



I want to go back to the bush again,

To the bush, with its lonely skies.

I want to be back with those bushland men.

With the loneliness in their eyes.

I want to be back with the horses, too,

With the dapples and roans and greys.

To ride through the grass when it’s damp with


As I did in those bygone days.

And perchance before I depart this land

I will go back there again,

To the wonderful place that I think so grand

And the wonderful bush land men.


MY ONE DESIRE. (1932, October 22). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), p. 9. Retrieved January 29, 2014, from


Is this what God meant you to be?
To revert to what you once were?

As we lust for more power and grow wiser, stronger
faster, wilder and less inhibited, do we revert like you
and not redeem the better qualities of soul we aspire?

Karl H. Cameron-Jackson