THE TEMPORAL VS THE ETERNAL

The temptation of many gifted religious leaders is to aim & work for temporal success, kingdom of their own here and now. The present strong, almost exclusive emphasis upon the positive by some very successful religious entrepreneurs is an example. The writer fears that some of these men will have to see their work shattered and broken by failure & defeat if they are to share that “eternal glory” that Paul writes about. An unknown writer has voiced this viewpoint in the following lines:

While the voice of the world shouts its chorus,
     His paean for those who have won;
While the trumpet is sounding triumphant,
     And high to the breeze and the sun,
Glad banners are waving, hands clapping,
     And hurrying feet thronging
After the laurel-crowned victors,
    I stand on the field of defeat
In the shadow with those who are fallen and wounded and dying,
     And there chant a requiem low-
Place my hand on their pain-knitted brow,
     Breathe a prayer, hold a hand that is helpless,
And whisper, "They only the victory win,
    Who have fought the good fight,
And have vanquished the demon that tempts within".
     

The above is an excerpt from the book given below, a classic written 3 decades ago!

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VINTAGE RIDE

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Where are they taking us Sid? I feel so embarrassed to be carted around like this!

Chill, Jill! We are going to be exhibited in a show of old cars.

Yeeks, that’s even more gross! Imagine being made a spectacle!

Look at the bright side. We were rotting in a corner of the garage. Now they have hauled us out, refitted and refurbished us. I call that a great deal in our old age!

I see your point, but I wish they would have always valued us. After all, we served them well in our times!

True. Just be happy we still have value!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt ©Al Forbes

TRAIN TALES

jan13th

I’d rather travel by train than by the road.

Why so?

For a few good reasons.

What reasons?

You can stretch out and not have to sit all the time. It helps my back.

That’s just one!

I love to watch the scenery pass by and the way the topography changes.

Then?

You could go for a walk to stretch your legs.

Okay.

You can watch so many interesting people, both in the train and at stations.

You would get the same by bus travel.

Sure, but I puke in road travel! There’s nothing more embarrassing than that!

*Today’s pic had my mind scrambling in different directions – should I talk about how I used to travel by train to school, or write about my cousin whose favorite past time was to go the station & watch trains, or about how my husband works for the Indian Railways, or the history of trains in India which has the largest network of rails in Asia or …?  This won out and I have also added below my favorite song during my school days and would wait for the music master to lead us in it. I still love this song!
SONG LYRICS
Train whistle blowin’,
Makes a sleepy noise;
Underneath their blankets
Go all the girls and boys.
Rockin’, rollin’, ridin’,
Out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown,
Many miles away.

Driver at the engine,
Fireman rings the bell,
Sandman swings the lantern
To show that all is well.

Rockin’, rollin’, ridin’,
Out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown,
Many miles away.

Maybe it is raining
Where our train will ride;
All the little travellers
Are warm and snug inside.

Rockin’, rollin’, ridin’,
Out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown,
Many miles away.

Somewhere there is sunshine,
Somewhere there is day,
Somewhere there is Morningtown,
Many miles away.

Rockin’, rollin’, ridin’,
Out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown,
Many miles away.

Rockin’, rollin’, ridin’,
Out along the bay,
All bound for Morningtown,
Many miles away.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt ©C.E. Ayr

LOVE’S PLAINT

​”OF SUCH AS I HAVE.” 

By Susan Coolidge

 Love me for what I am, Love. Not for sake   

Of some imagined thing which I might be,   

Some brightness or some goodness not in me,   

Born of your hope, as dawn to eyes that wake   

Imagined morns before the morning break.   

If I, to please you (whom I fain would please),   

Reset myself like new key to old tune,   

Chained thought, remodelled action, very soon   

My hand would slip from yours, and by degrees   

The loving, faulty friend, so close to-day,   

Would vanish, and another take her place, —   

A stranger with a stranger’s scrutinies,   

A new regard, an unfamiliar face.   Love me for what I am, then, if you may;   

But, if you cannot,—love me either way.  

*Found this poem by one of my favorite authors. The main title, which is mine, is what I felt when I read the poem!

THE PASSING YEARS 

A PRAYER ON MY BIRTHDAY 

 Prayer of Anonymous Abbess:

Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity.

Release me from the idea that I must straighten out other peoples’ affairs. With my immense treasure of experience and wisdom, it seems a pity not to let everybody partake of it. But thou knowest, Lord, that in the end I will need a few friends.

Keep me from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains — they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing.

I will not ask thee for improved memory, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn’t agree with that of others.Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint — it is so hard to live with some of them — but a harsh old person is one of the devil’s masterpieces.

Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so.

Amen

Margot Benary-Isbert

German-born children’s author known for her “depictions of humane, realistic characters.”

Benary-Isbert attended the College St. Carolus and the University of Frankfurt. She worked as a secretary at the Museum of Ethnology and Anthropology in Frankfurt, Germany from 1910-1917, when she married Wilhelm Benary. They settled in Erfurt, in East Germany. 

When the Russians took over Germany, she fled to the apartment of a friend in West Germany. In 1948 she wrote Die Arche Noah (The Ark). In 1953 it received a first prize at the New York Herald Tribune’s Spring Book Festival. Post-war Germany became a common theme in most of her works.

In 1952 she moved to the United States, where she was naturalized in 1957 and worked as a writer until her death. She received the Jane Addams Children’s Book Award from the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom in 1957 for “Annegret und Cara”.

Most of Benary-Isbert’s books were originally written and published in German; some were later translated into English and published again.
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WHEELS OF CHANGE

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Jeremy, what’s the curiosity about the village potter?

Oh, I questioned Mom about my life. She directed me to the Jeremiah chapter 18.

So…?

God told him to go the potter’s house and said He would speak to him there.

So you also went there?

Yep. Jeremiah saw the potter working the clay on the wheel and sees him destroy and refashion a pot that became marred.

You seem calmer after your visit.

Hmmm. I had a glimpse of Wisdom, just like the one I am named after did.

I am glad.  The new year has begun well for you.

Yes, thank God!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt ©Sandra Crook

From the Bible. Jeremiah 18 

This is the message that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Jeremiah, go down to the potter’s house. I will give you my message there.” So I went down to the potter’s house and saw him working with clay at the wheel. He was making a pot from clay. But there was something wrong with the pot. So the potter used that clay to make another pot. With his hands he shaped the pot the way he wanted it to be. Then this message from the Lord came to me: “Family of Israel, you know that I can do the same thing with you. You are like the clay in the potter’s hands, and I am the potter.” This message is from the Lord. “There may come a time when I will speak about a nation or a kingdom that I will pull up by its roots or tear down and destroy it. But if the people of that nation change their hearts and lives and stop doing evil things, I will change my mind and not bring on them the disaster I planned. There may come another time when I speak about a nation that I will build up or plant. 10 But if I see that nation doing evil things and not obeying me, I will think again about the good I had planned to do for them.

WISHING ALL MY FF FRIENDS

A VERY HAPPY PROSPEROUS WRITING NEW YEAR!