Words to the Wise: Collected Essays
Hope Publishing House, 2000 - 140 páginas
George MacDonald said, It is the heart that is not yet sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in his presence. G.K. Chesterton said, Solemnity flows out of us naturally but laughter is a leap. C.S. Lewis said, Joy is the serious business of heaven. This books is for people who enjoy the pleasure of playing with words and ideas. The 60 essays chosen for this collection run the gamut from coolheaded social satire to highspirited human interest and warmhearted inspiration. Some of the pieces gathered here appeared first in The Christian Century, Christianity Today, Eternity, The Wittenburg Door, The Reformed Journal, The Other Side and the Journal of Psychology and Theology.
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Let Paternity Flourish
What Price Honor and Who Pays the Bill
De gustibus non disputan dum estmy foot
A Patients View
Reactions from a Partial Woman
A Moving Target
Lovett or Leave It
Who Really Writes Our Books?
Anyone Can Play
Nice Good People
Our States of Disarray
1 Kings 31642
All Our Claims
That Man in Question
The Old Smoke Screen
Speaking as a Woman
Getting Wise to the Wolf
An Ovumal Idea
They Call Themselves MADD? Well We Are DDAM Mad
A Random House Sampling
Sorry Wrong Number
Measureless to Man
Gulled Spelled Galled
Separating the Men from the Boys
Hymns and Hers in the Family of God
On Behalf of Men
The Root of the Matter
The Sovereignty of God
A Pocketful of Lost Coins
There Were Giants in Those Days
The Wedding Gift
We Are All Adopted
My Candy Cross
Facing Life at Church
Little Ones to Him Belong
How It All Adds Up
The Gospel According to Pinocchio
You Choose Your Bed
Learning the Basics
Lord of the Differences
Ladies Yoga and Christian Knees
The Bottom Line
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Página 105 - JESUS loves me ! this I know, For the Bible tells me so ; Little ones to him belong, They are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me, The Bible tells me so.
Página 105 - I smell the blood of an Englishman, Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Página 95 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Página 53 - Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve, to give me information of the cruelty and treachery of that dissembling Wolf who ate her grandmother, without making any impression on his appetite, and then ate her, after making that ferocious joke about his teeth. She was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding-Hood, I should have known perfect bliss.
Página 119 - And there will be no more night; they need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.
Página 128 - But there is another law at work within me that is at war with my mind. This law wins the fight and makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me.
Página 119 - For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and His servants will worship Him.
Página 12 - Do you not know that the saints will judge the world? And if the world is to be judged by you, are you incompetent to try trivial cases?
Página 96 - In God's eyes* he was like a tender green shoot, sprouting from a root in dry and sterile ground. But in our eyes there was no attractiveness at all, nothing to make us want him. ' We despised him and rejected him — a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief.