"The course of my life has now brought me through a stormy sea, in a frail ship, to the common port where, landing, we account for every deed, wretched or holy. So that now I clearly see how wrong the fond illusion was that made art my idol and my king leading me to want what harmed me. My amorous fancies, once foolish and happy: what sense have they, now that I approach two deaths- the first of which I know is sure, the second threatening. Let neither painting nor carving any longer calm my soul turned to that divine love that to embrace us opened his arms upon the cross." - Michelangelo
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"The course of my life has now brought me through a stormy sea, in a frail ship, to the common port where, landing, we account for every deed, wretched or holy. So that now I clearly see how wrong the fond illusion was that made art my idol and my king leading me to want what harmed me. My amorous fancies, once foolish and happy: what sense have they, now that I approach two deaths- the first of which I know is sure, the second threatening. Let neither painting nor carving any longer calm my soul turned to that divine love that to embrace us opened his arms upon the cross." - Michelangelo

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"The course of my life has now brought me through a stormy sea, in a frail ship, to the common port where, landing, we account for every deed, wretched or holy. So that now I clearly see how wrong the fond illusion was that made art my idol and my king leading me to want what harmed me. My amorous fancies, once foolish and happy: what sense have they, now that I approach two deaths- the first of which I know is sure, the second threatening. Let neither painting nor carving any longer calm my soul turned to that divine love that to embrace us opened his arms upon the cross." - Michelangelo
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
From the Book of Ruth: "“would you wait for them till they were grown? Would you restrain yourselves from having husbands? No, my daughters; for it grieves me very much for your sakes that the hand of the LORD has gone out against me!” Then they lifted up their voices and wept again; and Orpah kissed her mother-in-law, but Ruth clung to her. And she said, “Look, your sister-in-law has gone back to her people and to her gods; return after your sister-in-law.” But Ruth said: “Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me.”"
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sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
Once I forgot to bring my lunch to work. A close friend of mine said something that has since stuck with me. He said: “As long as I’ve got a sandwich, you’ve got half.”
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sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
My grandmother asked me, “Have you ever noticed how often you use words like I, me, my, myself, mine? It sounds like you think the Trinity is ‘Me, myself and I.’
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sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
“You Are the Body of Christ. The body is one, although it has many parts; and all the parts, though many, form one body. So it is with Christ. For in the one Spirit we were all baptized into one body, Jews as well as Greeks, slaves as well as free men, and we were all given the same Spirit to drink. – 1 Corinthians 12:12-13
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sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
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sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea
sailing ship on a stormy sea