Author: This Day's Thought

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Margaret Clarkson — Pain is pain and sorrow is sorrow…

Pain is pain and sorrow is sorrow. It hurts. It limits. It impoverishes. It isolates. It restrains. It works devastation deep within the personality. It circumscribes in a thousand different ways. There is nothing good about it. But the gifts God can give with it are the richest the human spirit can know.
Margaret Clarkson

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Ralph Gaither — I thank Thee, Lord…

I thank Thee, Lord, for blessings, big and small; For spring’s warm glow and songbird’s welcome call; For autumn’s hue and winter’s white snow shawl.

I thank Thee for the harvest rich with grain; For tall trees and the quiet shadowed lane; For rushing stream, for birds that love to fly; My country’s land, the mountains and the plain.

I thank Thee for each sunset in the sky, For sleepy nights, the bed in which I lie; A life of truth and peace; a woman’s hand, Her hand in mine unit the day I die.

I thank Thee, Lord, for all these things above; But most of all I thank Thee for Thy love.

Ralph Gaither (written while a POW in North Vietnam)

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J. Hudson Taylor — It seemed to me that God had looked over the whole world…

It seemed to me that God had looked over the whole world to find a man who was weak enough to do His work, and when He at last found me, He said, “He is weak enough- he’ll do.” All God’s giants have been weak men who did great things for God because they reckoned on His being with them.
J. Hudson Taylor (when someone complimented him on founding the China Inland Mission)

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Unknown — Let a man go to a psychiatrist…

Let a man go to a psychiatrist and what does he become? An adjusted sinner. Let a man go to a physician and what does he become? A healthy sinner. Let a man achieve wealth and what does he become? A wealthy sinner. Let a man join a church, sign a card, and turn over a new leaf and what does he become? A religious sinner. But let him go in sincere repentance and faith to the foot of Calvary’s cross, and what does he become? A new creature in Jesus Christ, forgiven, reconciled, with meaning and purpose in his life and on the way to marvelous fulfillment in God’s will.
Unknown

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George MacLeod — I simply argue that the cross be raised again…

I simply argue that the cross be raised again at the center of the marketplace as well as on the steeple of the church. I am recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles, but on a cross between two thieves; on the town garbage heap; at a crossroad so cosmopolitan that they had to write His title in Hebrew and in Latin and in Greek; at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse, and soldiers gamble. Because that is where He died. And that is what He died about.
George MacLeod

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David J. Burrell — Blessed be God for his unspeakable gift…

Blessed be God for his unspeakable gift.  We need Him.  Souls desire Him as the heart panteth after the waterbrooks.  He came to the world in the fullness of time.  He comes at this advent season to us.  Today may be for some soul here the fullness of time.  Let us open the gates and admit Him, that this Christ may be our Christ forever; that living with Him and dying with Him, we may also be glorified together with Him.
David J. Burrell

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Dinah Maria Mulock Craik — Oh, the comfort…

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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Jeremy Taylor — There are three important steps…

There are three important steps to take in preparation for a holy death.  And these three principles should be practiced throughout life.  (1) Expect that death will come knocking at your gates at any time; this will keep your priorities straight.  (2) Value your time for it is the most precious possession you have.  (3) Refrain from a soft and easy life; stress the holy life of self-discipline, labor, and alertness.  Engage each day in self-examination.
Jeremy Taylor

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Robert Schoen — Setting aside a day of rest is difficult…

Setting aside a day of rest is difficult.  We are surrounded by too many things to do, too many places to go, and far too many distractions.  What would it be like if we could ignore these distractions and spend an entire day every week with our family and friends, and our spiritual thoughts?  An answer to this hypothetical question appears in the Talmud, which tells us that the world would be redeemed if everyone observed only two consecutive Sabbaths.
Robert Schoen

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Billy Graham — Faith is the avenue to salvation…

Faith is the avenue to salvation.  Not intellectual understanding.  Not money.  Not your works.  Just simple faith.  How much faith?  The faith of a mustard seed, so small you can hardly see it.  But if you will put that little faith in the person of Jesus, your life will be changed.  He will come with supernatural power into your heart.  It can happen to you. Billy Graham

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Unknown — A story is told about Daniel Webster…

A story is told about Daniel Webster.  During his days in the city of Washington the great statesman attended worship regularly in a little rural church outside the city.  Some of his colleagues were disturbed about it.  They said it lacked prestige.  And they asked him why he attended a little church in the sticks when he would be welcome in the more fashionable churches in Washington.  Webster answered that when he attended church in Washington they preached to Daniel Webster, the statesman, but in the little church, they preached to Daniel Webster, the sinner.
Unknown

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Giuseppe Mazzini — Life is not given to us…

Life is not given to us that we might live idly without work.  No, our life is a struggle and a journey.  Good should struggle with evil; truth should struggle with falsehood; freedom should struggle with slavery; love should struggle with hatred.  Life is movement, a walk along the way of life to the fulfillment of those ideas which illuminate us, both in our intellect and in our hearts, with divine light.
Giuseppe Mazzini

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Unknown — In Christ we have…

IN CHRIST WE HAVE

A love that can never be fathomed;
A life that can never die;
A righteousness that can never be tarnished;
A peace that can never be understood;
A rest that can never be disturbed;
A joy that can never be diminished;
A hope that can never be disappointed;
A glory that can never be clouded;
A light that can never be darkened;
A happiness that can never be interrupted;
A strength that can never be enfeebled;
A purity that can never be defiled;
A beauty that can never be marred;
A wisdom that can never be baffled;
A resource that can never be exhausted.

Unknown

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Charles Shulman — What are our worst sins…

What are our worst sins?  They are chiefly our lost opportunities to grow in wisdom and in nobility of character.  They lie in our failure to develop our fullest and best powers given to us by God.  They are our missed marks:
The time we wasted.
The education we neglected.
The curiosity we stifled.
The adventures we by-passed.
The excitements of a child which we ignored.
The human relations we treated with indifference.
The entertainment we mistook for culture.
The freedom we left unsupported.
The causes that we scorned.
The books that we did not read.
The wonderful world that we did not penetrate.
Charles Shulman

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J. Gresham Machen — God is the most obligated being…

God is the most obligated being that there is.  He is obligated by his own nature.  He is infinite in his wisdom; therefore he can never do anything that is unwise.  He is infinite in his justice; therefore he can never do anything that is unjust.  He is infinite in his goodness; therefore he can never do anything that is not good.  He is infinite in his truth; therefore it is impossible that he should lie.
J. Gresham Machen

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Isaac Page — The story is told of a poor man…

The story is told of a poor man who plodded along toward home in an Irish town carrying a huge bag of potatoes.  A horse and wagon carrying a stranger came along, and the stranger stopped the wagon and invited the man on foot to climb inside.  This the poor man did, but when he sat down in the wagon he held the bag of potatoes in his arms.  And when it was suggested that he should set it down, he said very warmly:  “Sure, I don’t like to trouble you too much.  You’re giving me a ride.  I’ll carry the potatoes!”  Sometimes we think we are doing the Lord a favor when we carry the burden.  But the work is His, and the burden is His, and He asks us only to be faithful.
Isaac Page

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Ahron Opher — So many of us are blinded to all that is beautiful in life…

So many of us are blinded to all that is beautiful in life by some ancient hate, fear or sin which haunts us throughout our life.  Like Lot’s wife, we cease to be human.  We dry up like salt and become petrified, imbedded in the ugliness, fright or pain of the past.  “Look not behind thee,” for behind thee lies Sodom and Gomorrah; before thee the land of promise.
Ahron Opher

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Saul Teplitz — Peace of mind should not be an objective of life…

Peace of mind should not be an objective of life.  More often than not, peace of mind leads to a state of peace without mind.  There are causes that should call us; there are cries of help that should move us; there are people who need us; there are conditions that demand us.  Floating around in one’s own tub of butter should not be a goal for an intelligent life.  Let us find tranquility in the doing, not in the being.
Saul Teplitz

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H. C. G. Moule — Pre-eminent, supreme among the helps to secret prayer…

Pre-eminent, supreme among the helps to secret prayer I place, of course, the secret study of the holy written Word of God.  Read it on your knees, at least on the knees of your spirit.  Read it to reassure, to feed, to regulate, to kindle, to give to your secret prayer at once body and soul.  Read it that you may hold faster your certainty of being heard.  Read it that you may know with blessed definiteness whom you have believed, and what you have in Him, and how He is able to keep your deposit safe.  Read it in the attitude of mind in which the apostles read it, in which the Lord read it.  Read it, not seldom, to turn it at once into prayer.
H. C. G. Moule

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Jack Riemer — He who would live a life without pain…

He who would live a life without pain has come to the wrong world.  There is no such choice here on this earth.  But we can choose, at least to some extent, the kind of pain we want to have.  We can choose between creative pain and pointless pain, between holy pain and petty pain, between pain for a purpose and pain that has no purpose.
Jack Riemer

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Leonard Ravenhill — No man is greater than his prayer life…

No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. We have many organizers, but few agonizers; many players and payers, few pray-ers; many singers, few clingers; lots of pastors, few wrestlers; many fears, few tears; much fashion, little passion; many interferers, few intercessors; many writers, but few fighters.  Failing here, we fail everywhere.
Leonard Ravenhill

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Walter Hunt — The sun is just rising on the morning of another day…

The sun is just rising on the morning of another day.  What can I wish that this day may bring me?  Nothing shall make the world or others poorer, nothing at the expense of other men; but just those few things which in their coming do not stop with me but touch me, rather, as they pass and gather strength.  A few friends, who understand me, and yet remain my friends.  A work to do which has real value, without which the world would feel the poorer.  A return for such work small enough not to tax anyone who pays.  A mind unafraid to travel, even through the trail be not blazed.  An understanding heart.  A sight of the eternal hills, and the unresting sea, and of something beautiful which the hand of man has made.  A sense of humor, and the power to laugh.  A little leisure with nothing to do.  A few moments of quiet, silent meditation.  The sense of the presence of God.  And the patience to wait for the coming of these things, with the wisdom to know them when they come, and the wit not to change this morning wish of mine.
Walter Hunt

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Ralph Sockman — The service of the Holy Spirit…

The service of the Holy Spirit is that He helps us to distinguish pleasure from happiness and develop real joy.  There are many experiences which give us temporary pleasure but do not add up to abiding satisfaction.  Their thrills pass quickly, and sometimes leave a trail of regret and remorse.  Some of our sense pleasures are like lightning flashes, while true joy is like the sunlight.
Ralph Sockman

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Albert Silverman — I need the opportunity to free my mind of sorrow…

I need the opportunity to free my mind of sorrow, personal concerns; to see my world through the mirrored reflection of holiness.  I need a time of prayer to leap beyond what is limiting in me as a person, to rediscover what is important and what is trivial, to take counsel with what my tradition stresses as the living faith.  I need prayer.
Albert Silverman

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Carole Sanderson Streeter — Your home can be a place…

Your home can be a place for dying or living, for wilting or blooming, for anxiety or peace, for discouragement or affirmation, for criticism or approval, for profane disregard or reverence, for suspicion or trust, for blame or forgiveness, for alienation or closeness, for violation or respect, for carelessness or caring.  By your daily choices, you will make your home what you want it to be.
Carole Sanderson Streeter

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Lucy Maud Montgomery — On my way back I met a little girl…

On my way back I met a little girl with a pitcher in her hand.  We both stopped, and with the instinctive, unconventional camaraderie of childhood plunged into an intimate, confidential conversation.  She was a jolly little soul, with black eyes and two long braids of black hair.  We told each other how old we were, and how many dolls we had, and almost everything else there was to tell except our names which neither of us thought about.  When we parted, I felt as though I were leaving a life long friend.  We never met again.
Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Ruth Bell Graham — I think it’s important to teach our children…

I think it’s important to teach our children- as the Bible says- line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little, there a little.  If you try to teach a child too rapidly, much will be lost.  But the time for teaching and training is preteen.  When they reach the teenage years, it’s time to shut up and start listening.
Ruth Bell Graham 

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Jill Briscoe — If only God would lean out of heaven…

If only God would lean out of heaven and tell me [my children] are going to make it, I could relax.  But God doesn’t do that.  He tells us to be the parents he has called us to be in his strength and promises to do his part.  Driven to prayer (after discovering that manipulation didn’t work), I began to realize I was only truly positive and confident when I’d been flat on my face before the Lord.
Jill Briscoe

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A. P. Gouthey — Joy is a deep spiritual union…

Joy is a deep spiritual union with the unchanging God.  A man’s life, said Jesus Christ, is not fulfilled, nor is it filled full of, nor by, the abundance of things which he possesses.  Here is one of the most important statements ever given to a bewildered, heart-hungry world.  Joy, then, is a living spring hidden deep in the inner life that is no more dependent upon things than the sunrise is dependent upon a cock’s crowing.
A. P. Gouthey

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St. Patrick Breastplate — May the strength of God…

May the strength of God pilot us.
May the power of God preserve us.
May the wisdom of God instruct us.
May the hand of God protect us.
May the way of God direct us.
May the shield of God defend us.
May the host of God guard us against the snares of evil and the temptations of the world.
May Christ be with us.
Christ before us.
Christ in us.
Christ over us.
May Thy salvation, O Lord, be always ours this day and forever more.
St. Patrick Breastplate

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Victor Hugo — Winter is on my head…

Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the world to come.  For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse; but I feel that I have not said one-thousandth part of what is in me. When I have gone down to the grave I shall have ended my life’s work; but another day will begin the next morning. Life closes in the twilight but opens with the dawn.
Victor Hugo

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P. T. Forsyth — The greatest element in life…

The greatest element in life is not what occupies most of its time, else sleep would stand high in the scale.  Nor is it what engrosses most of its thought, else money would be very high.  The two or three hours of worship and preaching weekly has perhaps been the greatest signal influence on English life.  Half an hour of prayer, morning or evening, every day, may be a greater element in shaping our course than all our conduct and all our thought.
P. T. Forsyth

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Unknown — There is a story about an old woman…

There is a story about an old woman who was in distress because she had lost her sense of God.  A friend who was with her one day said, “Pray to God.  Ask Him to touch you.  He will put His hand on you.”  The old woman began to pray and suddenly felt a hand touching her.  She cried out in joy, “He has touched me!”  Then she added, “But do you know, it felt just like your hand!”  Her friend said, “Sure, what do you think God would be doing?  Did you think He’d reach a long arm out of heaven to touch you?  He just took the hand that was nearest and used that.”
Unknown

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Basil the Great — Be aware of God’s compassion…

Be aware of God’s compassion, that it heals with oil and wine.  Do not lose hope of salvation.  Remember what is written- the one who falls shall rise again, and the one who turns away shall turn again; the wounded is healed; the one caught by wild beasts escapes; the one who confesses is not rejected.  For the Lord does not want the sinner to die, but to return and live.  There is still time for endurance, time for patience, time for healing, time for change.  Have you fallen?  Rise up, Have you sinned?  Cease.  Do not stand among sinners, but keep away from them.  For when you turn back and weep, then you will be saved.
Basil the Great, in a letter to a monk who had sinned

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Patience Strong — The Best Things In Life…

THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE
The best and sweetest things in life are things you cannot buy;
The music of the birds at dawn, the rainbow in the sky.
The dazzling magic of the stars, the miracle of light.
The precious gifts of health and strength, of hearing, speech and sight.
The peace of mind that crowns a busy life of work well done.
A faith in God that deepens as you face the setting sun,
The boon of love, the joy of friendship.  As years go by,
You find the greatest blessings are the things you cannot buy.
Patience Strong

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Unknown — Monthly Statement (If God Should Bill Us)…

MONTHLY STATEMENT  (If God Should Bill Us)

Due to God, your Father in Heaven and Round About- For Services rendered during one month.

30 days of care and supervision, air, light, sunshine, and rain.
240 hours of restful recreative sleep.
720 hours of physical upkeep of heart, lungs, senses, digestion, locomotion.
90 very satisfying meals.
1 competent mind to analyze and judge, a memory to retain, a will to act.
A family that loves you, rejoices and sorrows with you.
A host of friends who believe in you and overlook your oddities and mistakes.
Neighbors, near and far, who band together to build a better community.
Skies and seasons that bring beauty and grandeur, parks and gardens.
A church that is free and strong, affording you worship, guidance, solace and fellowship.
Love from a God of justice, compassion and forgiveness, whose plans and purposes were spelled out by His Son, and whose Spirit abides with you.

Unknown

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Unknown — Each day is a storehouse give you…

Each day is a storehouse given you
Fresh every morn from God’s hand;
Do you stop to think of this
When at its door you stand?
Twenty-four empty, waiting hours,
All ready for you to fill with
Worthwhile thoughts and worthwhile deeds
And service, if you will.

You’re given a chance to store
Away treasures of love and joy,
And satisfaction of work well done
That time cannot destroy.
So put your best into all your day
With eyes opened wide to see, and
Eager hands stretched out to grasp
Each opportunity.

Unknown

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Unknown — Are all the children in…

ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN?

I think oftimes as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom starred
Where the children played at will.
And when the night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask,
“Are all the children in?”

Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes to childish feet,
And the yard is still, so still.
But I see it all, as the shadows creep
And though many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask
“Are all the children in?”

I wonder if when the shadows fall
On the last short earthly day,
When we say good-bye to world outside,
All tired with our childish play.
When we step out into that Other Land
Where mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old,
“Are all the children in?”

Unknown

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Mrs. Roy F. Carter — Our five-year-old Jeanie took to rising…

Our five-year-old Jeanie took to rising at 5:30 each morning and puttering around just long enough to wake the rest of us before climbing back into bed.  Her reason was always the same- she had to see if there was a surprise.  Finally we told her firmly that she must stop and that there wouldn’t be any surprises until Christmas, which was months away.  “I wasn’t talking about living-room surprises,” she said through her tears.  “I was talking about like yesterday morning it was raining, and this morning real summer’s here, and tomorrow morning I’ll probably find some pink in the rosebuds.”  Jeanie still gets up each morning at 5:30.
Mrs. Roy F. Carter 

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Unknown — One Sunday I was entertained in a farm home…

One Sunday I was entertained in a farm home of a member of a rural church.  I was impressed by the intelligence and unusually good behavior of the only child in the home, a little four-year-old boy.  Then I discovered one reason for the child’s charm.  The mother was at the kitchen sink, washing the intricate parts of the cream separator when the little fellow came to her with a magazine.  “Mother,” he asked, “what is this man in the picture doing?”  To my surprise she dried her hands, sat down on a chair and taking the boy in her lap she spent ten minutes answering his questions.  After the child had left I commented on her having interrupted her chores to answer the boy’s questions, saying, “Most mothers wouldn’t have bothered.”  “I expect to be washing cream separators for the rest of my life,” she told me, “But never again will my son ask me that question!”
Unknown

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James Duff — A layman visited a great city church…

A layman visited a great city church during a business trip.  After the service, he congratulated the minister on his service and sermon.  “But,” said the manufacturer, “if you were my salesman, I’d discharge you.  You got my attention by your appearance, voice and manner; your prayer, reading and logical discourse aroused my interest; you warmed my heart with a desire for what you preached; and then- and then you stopped without asking me to do something about it.  In business the important thing is to get them to sign on the dotted line.”
James Duff 

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The Elim Evangel — A story is told of old Thomas K. Beecher…

A story is told of old Thomas K. Beecher, who could not bear deceit in any form.  Finding that a clock in his church was habitually too fast or too slow he hung a placard on the wall above it, reading in large letters:  ”DON’T BLAME MY HANDS- THE TROUBLE LIES DEEPER.”  That is where the trouble lies with us when our hands do wrong, or our feet, or our lips, or even our thoughts.  The trouble lies so deep that only God’s miracle power can deal with it.  Sin indeed goes deep, but Christ goes deeper.
The Elim Evangel

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Unknown — When you feel unlovable…

When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean, when you think that no one can heal you:
Remember, Friend,
God Can.
When you think that you are unforgivable for your guilt and your shame:
Remember, Friend,
God Can.
When you think that all is hidden and no one can see within:
Remember, Friend,
God Can.
And when you have reached the bottom and you think that no one can hear:
Remember, my dear Friend,
God Can.
And when you think that no one can love the real person deep inside of you:
Remember, my dear Friend,
God Does.
Unknown

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Douglas Gresham — Now, once again loaded with responsibilities…

Now, once again loaded with responsibilities- two orphaned teenage boys, an elderly alcoholic brother, and a household- bereaved and sorrowing, ill and tired, Jack [C. S. Lewis] discovered one of the greatest secrets of life: that no matter what is actually happening around you, you can still be content if you hand your life over entirely to Christ.  Jack settled into a contentment that is hard to understand.  He had to retire from Cambridge University.  He was no longer able to go for the long walks he had delighted in.  He was not allowed to drink wine or beer, not allowed to eat anything other than a strict diet prescribed by his doctors.  All the pleasures of his life had been taken away from him as also had been the love of his life [the loss of his wife], and yet he was content.  He was in that rare stature in which his physical disabilities and his emotional distresses no longer affected his happiness or lack of it.  He had finally become able to make God the center of his life and to regard himself as merely a bit player in the drama.  He was not exactly happy; he had merely come to the conclusion that his happiness was not what he should be seeking at all.  In fact it was completely irrelevant, and therefore he was content to be without it.
Douglas Gresham

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John Donne — The whole life of Christ…

The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr.  He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last.  His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day.  And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.
John Donne

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Rachel Van Crème — Lost Christmas…

Lost Christmas

Why wait till Christmas time again is here?
Why spend those precious hours in hectic ways
Doing the things that you could do all year
And let the noise of whirl of festival days
Drown out the angel’s song?  Why not take time
To lift the eyes to candles in the sky;
To walk some silent night, while carols chime
And hear the hush of wings brush softly by?
Take time to mediate:  to catch the spell
Of childish trust, that simple faith you knew
When love was everywhere, and all was well…
The gift you lost may now come back to you.
Seek not for Christmas in the busy mart
But cradled somewhere in a trusting heart.

Rachel Van Crème

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Morris Goldstein — In the morning hours of a new day…

In the morning hours of a new day we take a moment to give thought to what this day may mean for us.  What is a day in a person’s life?  Isn’t it the most precious treasure that can be given to us?  If we were denied this day in which to live, you know full well, all of our possessions would mean nothing, our fondest hopes and plans would be of no avail.  First and foremost, therefore, is the gift of a new day, one more day of life.  Therefore, let us begin the day properly.  Let us thank God for this wonderful gift.  Let us resolve not to waste one hour of it.  Let us resolve to share happiness with those who are closest to us- our family; our neighbors; our associates.  This is the greater meaning of the verse we read in the Holy Bible:  “So teach us to number our days that we may get us a heart of wisdom.”
Morris Goldstein

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Adelaide Anne Proctor — I thank thee more that all our joy…

I thank thee more that all our joy is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours, that thorns remain;
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide, and not our chain.

For thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true, yet all with wings;
So that we see, gleaming on high, diviner things.

Adelaide Anne Proctor

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Amy Nappa — God might want you to extend his love…

God might want you to extend his love by offering to baby-sit for the single parent down the street. He might want you to prepare a hearty meal for that lonely old man who lost his wife — and to sit and visit with him while he eats. Who knows, he might even want you to reach out and touch the life of a total stranger in some way you can’t imagine right now. Are you willing to set aside your own comfort to touch someone else with God’s love?
Amy Nappa