I am wearied of the gay issue. It seems that the American press has decided
that it is the preeminent matter we face.
The press who has now so capitulated to the government that they are
more communist in act than a fair and free press also wearies me. They have given the government what it could
have never, even by force, gained by itself; they are now the voice of the
government.
What I am not wearied of is to what lengths
Jesus will go to save me from myself, even my weariness. I look across the frozen forest this morning
and the trees are divided cleanly, below dark grey green of night, above the
golden gift of dawn. Who can make wood
alive with gold leaf whose karat cannot be numbered at 24 but purer still, cast
in the crucible of heaven? Jesus; who
never wearies of my own issues or capitulations.
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| my work Man With Healed Heart |
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