As I have read the Gospels over the years, the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion but came instead to found an unorganized one. He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples into the fields and sheep pastures,...
03735 – I Go in Pilgrimage
I go in pilgrimageAcross an old fenced boundaryTo wildness without ageWhere, in their long dominion,The trees have been left free.They call the soil here “Eden”; slants and steepsHard to stand straight uponEven without a burden.No more a perfect garden,There’s an...
03533 – Against the Wind
I know that I have lifeonly insofar as I have love. I have no loveexcept it come from Thee. Help me please to carrythis candle against the wind.
02905 – The Whole Truth Belongs to God Alone
We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true. And if we offend gravely enough against what we know to be true, as by failing badly enough to deal affectionately and responsibly with our land and...
02735 – Our Real Work, Our Real Journey
When we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
02607 – Love is the Key
I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love.
02347 – The World Environs Us
The idea that we live in something called "the environment" is utterly preposterous... The world that environs us, that is around us, is also within us. We are made of it; we eat, drink, and breathe it; it is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh.
02315 – Dark & Light
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
02143 – Practice Resurrection
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.
01468 – The Grief Grew Quiet
After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down. from Jayber Crow