A Long Road

George MacDonald said,

“It is long before some people learn to speak the truth, even after they know it is wicked to lie.”

Perhaps it is also long before some people learn what “good” means, and how to be and do good, even after they know it is wrong to do “bad” things.

Only a Dream

“Das Denken ist nur ein Traum des Fühlens, ein erstorbenes Fühlen, ein blass-graues, schwaches Leben.

Thinking is only a dream of feeling; a dead feeling; a pale-grey, feeble life.

NOVALIS. — Die Lehrlinge zu Sais.”

Excerpt From

David Elginbrod

George MacDonald

I think I would comment that feeling is, while a flowing stream from the heart of life, it is still only another stream, as is thinking; both are an activity brought forth by or from life, and neither the “heart” or meaning of life itself. But it is quite interesting to distinguish thinking from life- I think we disassociate life or our selves easier from feeling – at least I do- as it appears to be less trustworthy. But thought, while very other than feeling, I feel also has to be distinguished from life itself. It is an activity of life, and therefore by that very nature is not life itself.

With Him, Everything

Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him, everything else thrown in.

— C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Take a God, Reap the Universe

To be right with God is to be right with the universe; one with the power, the love, the will of the mighty Father, the cherisher of joy, the lord of laughter, whose are all glories, all hopes, who loves everything, and hates nothing but selfishness, which he will not have in his kingdom.

Christ then is the Lord of life; his life is the light of men; the light mirrored in them changes them into the image of him, the Truth; and thus the truth, who is the Son, makes them free.

Excerpt From

Unspoken Sermons: Series I., II., and III.

George MacDonald


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How Hardly Things go Right

Alas, how easily things go wrong!

A sigh too much, or a kiss too long,

And there follows a mist and a weeping rain,

And life is never the same again.

Alas, how hardly things go right!

'Tis hard to watch on a summer night,

For the sigh will come and the kiss will stay,

And the summer night is a winter day.

—George MacDonald, Phantastes