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 May 2019
Consoling Thoughts From Father Faber
It was the will of God, that will which is always sweet in its extremest bitterness, always amiable when flesh and blood and mind are shrinking aghast from the embrace it is throwing round them. It was that will which was waiting on Calvary like a luminous cloud, that will which was a crown of thorns round the brow of Jesus, and a cross upon His shoulders, and a sword in His Mother’s heart, and His Mother’s heart a sword in His.
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