No distant Lord have I...

No distant Lord have I,

Loving afar to be;

Made flesh for me, He cannot rest

Until He rests in me.
 

Brother in joy and pain,

Bone of my bone was He;

More intimate and closer still—

He dwells Himself in me.
 

I need not journey far

This dearest Friend to see;

Companionship is always mine;

He makes His home with me.

-Maltbie Babcock image

Christianity is not a voice in the wilderness...

Christianity is not a voice in the wilderness, but a life in the world. It is not an idea in the air but feet on the ground, going God’s way. It is not an exotic to be kept under glass, but a hardy plant to bear twelve manner of fruit in all kinds of weather. Fidelity to duty is its root and branch. Nothing we can say to the Lord, no calling Him by great or dear names, can take the place of the plain doing of His will. We may cry out about the beauty of eating bread with Him in His kingdom, but it is wasted breath and a rootless hope, unless we plow and plant in His kingdom here and now. To remember Him at His table and to forget Him at ours, is to have invested in bad securities. There is no substitute for plain, every-day goodness. ...Maltbie D. Babcock

Thy will be done means more...

Thy will be done means more than thy will be borne. No matter what sorrow invades our life, we are still to do God’s will. We shall see afterwards that the sorrow rightly accepted fitted us to do some new duty, or to do our old duty more effectively. “Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth,” is the right cry in the hour of bewildering grief.
...Maltbie D. Babcock image

No distant Lord have I...

No distant Lord have I,

Loving afar to be;

Made flesh for me, He cannot rest

Until He rests in me.

Brother in joy and pain,

Bone of my bone was He;

More intimate and closer still—

He dwells Himself in me.

I need not journey far

This dearest Friend to see;

Companionship is always mine;

He makes His home with me.

...Maltbie D. Babcock image