Writer's block. That's the ugly truth. I am ashamed to admit it, but I cannot think of anything to write about that doesn't require an abnormal time of thought and research. I could always use this as a journal to tell everyone how my day went...but that would annoy and bore me, much less everyone who reads this collection of random thoughts and prose.
I wish I had some profound statement or quote that when everyone who reads it exclaims in a old, Yiddish accent "Ahhh Chaaa!", but, alas, I have nothing except a quote from The Valley of Vision which I read this morning. (I highly recommend the book for anyone. It is full of beautiful and poetic prayers)
O LOVER TO THE UTTERMOST,
May I read the meltings of they heart to me
in the manger of thy birth,
in the garden of thy agony,
in the cross of thy suffering,
in the tomb of thy resurrection,
in the heaven of thy intercession.
Bold is this thought I defy my adversary,
tread down his temptations,
resist his schemings,
renounce the world,
am valiant for truth.
Deepen in me a sense of my holy relationship to thee,
as spiritual bridegroom,
as Jehovah's fellow,
as sinners' friend.
I drink of thy glory and my vileness,
thy majesty and my meanness,
thy beauty and my deformity,
thy purity and my filth,
thy righteousness and my iniquity.
Thou has loved me everlastingly, unchangeably,
my I love thee as I am loved;
Thou hast given thyself for me,
may I give myself to thee;
Thou has died for me,
may I live to thee,
in every moment of my time,
in every movement of my mind,
in every pulse of my heart.
May I never dally with the world and its allurements,
but walk by thy side,
listen to thy voice,
be clothed with thy graces,
and adorned with thy righteousness.
until Christ is formed in us...