The musings and meandering thoughts of a crotchety old man as he observes life in the world and in a small, rural town in South East Nebraska. My Pledge-Nulla dies sine linea-Not a day with out a line.
Stand Alone Pages on 'Musings of an Old Curmudgeon'
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27 February 2019
Consoling Thoughts From Father Faber
We must refer everything to God. It is the secret of being holy. Grace comes, and temptations give way, and great things are done, and love is all in a jubilee, and then self begins to sing an undersong; but we are making such a noise with praising God that we do not hear, and she is wounded, and holds her tongue, and we know nothing of it. Could we not keep up that beautiful noise for ever? Oh yes! for graces are always coming; like the people in the streets, there is no end to them - sometimes a thinning, never a break.
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