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I won’t even bother to apologize for not posting on here for so long. I’ve already done that enough. But when I’m busy with college and high school, I find pretty quick I don’t have the time to sit down and write for my blog. However, I have realized that I haven’t been writing enough for school, so I have decided to write something every day (whatever I can think of, there’s no telling what I’ll come up with!) and post it here if I have time. For the most part, it will probably be my opinion on various issues that America is dealing with today, and perhaps a little on politics, though I may come up with some other things as well. Bear with me as I try to form this new habit, and hopefully it’ll stick.

A Single Light

I know, it’s been a while since I last posted. Oh well better late than never. I won’t bother you with apologies this time, I’ll just get right into what I have to post.
This is a Snippet out of a book I just finished reading, called “A Single Light”, by Maia Wojciechowska. I have no idea where that last name came from. If any one knows, comment and tell us, so the rest of us can know, too.
This isn’t the best book I’ve ever read, but I thought this little bit was pretty good.

A snippet from “A Single Light”:

Larry had wanted to spare the priest the horror he had seen in the hills. He did not want to shock this man, who obviously knew as little about people as he himself did. But in his anger he told the priest all he had witnessed and felt.
“A tragedy can alter the course of human hearts,” the priest said.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Larry Katchen shouted. “Those people turned into killers back in those hills! You yourself said that you did not know them. Well, I do! They’re savages and the girl must be kept from them.
“If they have harmed anyone, they will not be the same ever again.”
“People don’t change!”
“That’s not true,” the priest said. “You have changed. And so have I. An act can change people, so can an idea.” Larry Katchen watched the road and tried not to listen. “Sometimes we forget the most important facts,” the priest continued. “I had forgotten that we did not kill Christ. If we had, we would not have survived our guilt. He died for us. That is the great difference. And it is that difference which makes me different today from the man I was yesterday.”

A Quote

This is a quote that I read off of one of the blogs my mother reads, called “Like Merchant Ships“, and she got this quote out of a book she got from the library, called “Things I Want My Daughters to Know”, by Alexandra Stoddard. I myself have not read the book, but I thought this quote was amazing, and wanted to share it with my readers.

To live content with small means;
To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion;
To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly;
To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;
To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.
–William Henry Channing

The Gospel of Jesus Christ

This is the essay that I wrote this year for the Grandbury Street Bible Search. I scored a 94 out of 100, and got 1st place with it. Personally, think I could have done better, but for having only an hour, and a vague idea of what I wanted to say, it’s all right. This is the slightly edited version that I made when I typed it into my computer, so it’s a little bit better than the original, at least by a little bit.

 

The Gospel of Jesus Christ

 

At end of the book of Luke, just before Jesus ascended back up into heaven, He is recorded giving His disciples some last instructions. In these last words of Jesus, He explains to them why certain things had happened the way they had, and what they were to do once He had gone back up into heaven. Today, we also can learn several things from these words of Jesus.
In Luke 24: 46 Jesus says, “Thus it is written, and thus it was necessary for the Christ to suffer and to rise again the third day.” Jesus is telling His disciples that it was absolutely essential that He die on the cross. One reason was to fulfill prophecy. There are many places in the Old Testament, specifically in Isaiah and the Psalms, where there is prophecy of Jesus’ death, and every single one of them was fulfilled. Another reason was that if Jesus had not died, the sins of all mankind could not have been forgiven, and it would be impossible for us to be saved. But it was equally important that He rose from the dead the third day. If Jesus had stayed in the tomb, He would have been like all other men before Him, and we still could not be forgiven. But, He did rise again, conquering death for all of us. Through His death, burial, and resurrection, all men can have hope, if they will obey the laws God has set forth.
Continuing on, Jesus says, “And that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in His name, to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem.” Jesus commanded His disciples to preach the Gospel to all nations, and they did! If you look at the Book of Acts, you will see that they traveled all over the known world, and everywhere they went, the Gospel was preached. If the Gospel had not been spread all over the world, no one would have known what they needed to do to be saved, and Jesus would have died in vain.
Preaching the Gospel is a task set to all Christians. Every one of us can be out telling others the good news that Jesus died for them. And, we should want to! If God, the one who made the whole universe, loved us enough to send His only begotten son into this world to carry our sins for us to the cross, we should be so excited, we can’t help but tell others what Christ has done for us! I hope and pray that all Christians, myself included, can have the zeal and enthusiasm that the Early Christians had, and teach all who will listen the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Some quotes by G.K. Chesterton

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

And one more (which is my absolute favorite quote of all time)…

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

Another apology, in prose

Alas, and though I left for camp, I didn’t manage to bring back anything blog-worthy that wouldn’t go splat. I have also been busy with working on two college classes, as well as my high school work, so I have been quite busy. Please forgive me for not having time to write. So, since I don’t have anything worthy to publish that I have written, I may resort to excerpts from books that I have read, or poems, or bits of poems, or wise sayings that I have found. Just whatever, that I think you as my reader will enjoy. Again, I ask your forgiveness for not finding time to sit down and write, but perhaps one of these days soon I can find time to sit down and put the pen to the paper (or my fingers to the keyboard). Until then, may you have many literary adventures!

Excelsior

This is one of my most favorite poems of all time, so I thought I’d put it on here so you could read it too. There might be some words in this poem that you aren’t familiar with, and I encourage you to look them up, so you can understand better what it’s talking about.

The Shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, ‘mid snow and ice,
A banner with a strange device,
Excelsior!

His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
Excelsior!

In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!

“Try not the pass!” the old man said;
“Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!”
And loud that clarion voice replied,
Excelsior!

“O stay,” the maiden said, “and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!”
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered with a sigh,
Excelsior!

“Beware the pine trees withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!”
This was the peasant’s last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
Excelsior!

At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
Excelsior!

A traveler, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!

There in the twilight cold and grey,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
Excelsior!

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

note: excelsior is Latin, meaning “higher”.