We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
A Puritan Prayer – A Valley of Vision:
“Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
athirst that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory,
entered darkness that I might have eternal light.
My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might have endless song,
endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
bore a thorned crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
expired that I might for ever live.”
The way to combat noxious ideas is with other ideas. The way to combat falsehoods is with truth.
William O. Douglas (1898 – 1980)
Everyone is at peace about somethings but few have peace in general, and fewer still have peace that reaches their body and its automatic responses to such a depth that it does not live in a covert state of alarm. To be at peace with God and others is a great attainment and depends on graces far beyond ourselves as well as our own efforts. That is also true of being at peace with oneself.
The Phoenix rises from the ashes. Cinderella rises from the cinders to become queen. The ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan. Pinochio becomes a real boy. The frog becomes a prince. Wretched Old Scrooge becomes ‘as good a friend as good a master and as good a man as the good old city city knew of any other good old city in the world.’ The Cowardly Lion gets his courage and the Scare Crow gets his brain and the Tin Man gets his heart. In hope beyond hope,they are all transformed into the very thing they never thought they could be. Is this not the message of the gospel?
Don’t quit when the night is darkest, for it’s just a while till dawn; Don’t quit when you’ve run the furthest, for the race is almost won; Don’t quit when the hill is steepest, for your goal is almost nigh. Don’t quit, for you’re not a failure until you fail to try.”
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
Do all the good you can, with all the means you can, in all the ways you can, at all times you can, to everyone you can, as long as you can – do all the good you can.
Now if you are going to win any battle, you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired. — Gen. George S. Patton