Everyone of us has a heaven inside.
O Word of God incarnate. . . It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Thee, the Living Word.
A wife, domestic, good, and pure, Like snail, should keep within her door; But not, like snail, with silver track, Place all her wealth upon her back.
For all the saints who from their labors rest, Who, to the world their steadfast faith confessed, your name, O Jesus, be forever blessed Alleluia!
I am learning to understand rather than immediately judge or to be judged. I cannot blindly follow the crowd and accept their approach. I will not allow myself to indulge in the usual manipulating game of role creation. Fortunately for me, my self-knowled
[On Marilyn Monroe:] Her body has gone to her head.
Creeds, like other goods, pass by inheritance to descendants.
We need to ask ourselves a question: Do we trust God? Is he not the same yesterday, today, and forever? And if he is, then how is compromise a strategy? It's not a strategy, it's wholesale surrender.