There are just as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in a year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word "happy" would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
02450 – A Story of Survival
Angel, a Jew, owner of the most famous bakery in Germany, often said: "Do you know why I'm alive today? I was still a teenager when Nazis in Germany killed Jews mercilessly. Nazis took us to Auschwitz by train. Last night in the ward was deadly cold. We were left for...
02327 – Seeking Jesus Among Children
We must not seek the Child Jesus in the pretty figures of our Christmas cribs. We must seek him among the undernourished children who have gone to bed at night with nothing to eat...
02176 – The Work of a Lifetime
The giving of ourselves to Christ is not the decision of an hour or a day, it is the work of a lifetime, with a new commitment every morning and a fresh surrender every night, until death finally seals our offering and our commitment is complete.
02099 – We Determine Who is Telling the Truth
We are, on this night, at the pivot point of the Jesus story. And it turns out that on this night we are at the pivot point of the story of the world. Everything depends on the outcome of the trial of Jesus before Pilate. It is a trial we get to remember tonight. It...
01889 – How Should We Live in an Atomic Age?
[Written in 1948] How are we to live in an atomic age?’ I am tempted to reply: ‘Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land...
01846 – Contributing to the Good of the World
Every night, reflect on how you have contributed to the good of the world, to the good of another. Try and discern how at any point, you gave a word of encouragement, helped someone find their way, opened up a space for someone to understand, to accept, to love....
01636 – A Fire from Hope’s Ember
Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.
01617 – Where Does it Hurt?
later that nighti held an atlas in my lapran my fingers across thewhole worldand whisperedwhere does it hurt? it answeredeverywhereeverywhereeverywhere.
01585 – Night and Day
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.