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Spring Flowers #3

A favorite book in my library was a gift to me in 1992.  It is John Kieran’s Treasury of Great Nature Writing.  I return to it often for inspiration as the seasons come and go. Witness this paragraph from Ralph Waldo Emerson from his essay “Nature”: 

“To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me.  But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.  The rays that come from those heavenly worlds will separate between him and what he touches.  One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime.  Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are!  If the stars should appear one night [only] in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown?  But every night come out these envoys of beauty and light the universe with their admonishing smile.  The stars awaken a certain reverence because, though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.  Nature never wears a mean appearance.  Neither does the wisest man extort her secret and lose his curiosity by finding all her perfection.  Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit.  The flowers, the animals, the mountains reflected the wisdom of his best hour as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.”

Yellow-Headed Blackbird

This year the Moody Church in Chicago is celebrating 150 years of continuous Christian outreach and fellowship.  Via the internet I listen to the Sunday services and weekday morning programs called Running to Win with sermons by Dr. Edwin Lutzer.  Recently in a series of sermons Dr. Lutzer has been informing us about the remarkable life and work of Dwight Lyman Moody, the man who founded the church by opening Sunday schools for poor children.  The worldwide Christian influence and impact of Moody is even more remarkable, given the fact that he had no more than a fifth grade education.  Biographers tell us that while preaching and reading text directly from the Bible, he would simply skip words that he could neither read nor pronounce, yet draw the essential meaning as the Holy Spirit was giving him on-the-spot interpretation and wisdom to explain.  He would sometimes mispronounce words having three or four syllables with a single syllable.  Nevertheless, Moody believed implicitly that every word, syllable, and place name in the Bible came directly from God

Wild flowers

Famous Quotes by D. L. Moody


“Some people think God does not like to be troubled with our constant coming and asking. The way to trouble God is not to come at all.”


“Someday you will read in the papers that Moody is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I was born of the flesh in 1837, I was born of the spirit in 1855. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the Spirit shall live forever.” 


“The Christian on his knees sees more than the philosopher on tiptoe. God sends no one away empty except those who are full of themselves.”


“Out of 100 men, one will read the Bible, the other 99 will read the Christian.”


"The morning I was converted, I went outdoors and I fell in love with the bright sun shining over the earth. I never loved the sun before. And when I heard the birds singing their sweet songs, I fell in love with the birds. Like the Scotch lassie who stood on the hills of her native land breathing the sweet air, and when asked why she did it, said, I love the Scotch air.'   If the church was filled with love, it could do so much more.

Poppies Purple & Red

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12