Lord, the air smells good today, straight from the mysteries within the inner courts of God. A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden, free medicine for everybody. The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise, the first blue violets kneeling. Whatever came...
Once upon a time...there was a simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated...
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
I'm never finished with my paintings; the further I get, the more I seek the impossible and the more powerless I feel. Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment. Aside from painting and gardening, I am good for nothing. I would like to paint the way a bird...
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Look at the animals roaming the forest: God’s spirit dwells within them. Look at the birds flying across the sky: God’s spirit dwells within them. Look at the tiny insects crawling in the grass: God’s spirit dwells within them. . . . Look too at the great trees of the...
What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.
Luther said, "Remember your baptism." How can people do that? In Luther's church, most of the baptisms were of infants. They were brought by their mothers and fathers and they were baptized. So how could they remember their baptisms? Luther knew that when they became...
Temptations, of course, cannot be avoided, but because we cannot prevent the birds from flying over our heads, there is no need that we should let them nest in our hair.
Martin Luther, during some of his darkest days said, “I feel like a solitary bird warbling in the wind. No one hears my song, but I will continue to sing for a song keeps me going.” Then he wrote, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.” His inspiration was found through...