Strong Quotes


Strength is a powerful word; not just physical strength, but moral strength and spiritual strength as well. Sometimes we need help to keep up our strength, and sometimes that help comes in the form of words spoken by others.

You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice. Bob Marley, singer/songwriter.

Strength is a matter of a made up mind. John Beecher, author.

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. Suzanne Collins, American author and screenwriter.

Courage isn’t the strength to go on…it is going on when you don’t have the strength. Napoleon Bonaparte

“He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.” Isaiah 40:29

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. Mahatma Gandhi

Happy Saturday.

“Run For Your Lives!”


Here is an awakening anecdote as given to us by Matthew Ruttan in his March 30th devotional. He goes on to write:

  • The story in today’s “Up!” is told by Tony Campolo in Let Me Tell You A Story.

There’s a marine training facility called Parris Island. A young man signed up who was a bit out of step with the others. He was nice enough—but he just didn’t fit in. As a result he got picked on. A lot. 

In his barracks there were guys who were particularly mean. One of them came up with an idea to drop a disarmed hand grenade on the floor pretending like it was about to go off. Everyone would be in on the joke and know it was disarmed—everyone except the new guy. They figure he’d freak out and totally embarrass himself. 

So the next time they were all together someone out of view tossed in the disarmed grenade. “It’s a live grenade, it’s about to explode!”

But the young recruit, instead of running away, jumped on top of the grenade, hugged it to his stomach, and yelled, “Run for your lives! If you don’t you’ll be killed!” 

They all stood there, frozen in their own shame, marveling at what he was prepared to do for them without any regard for himself.  What they thought would be that young man’s moment of great embarrassment and humiliation turned out to be a moment of great self-sacrifice and glory.

Does this remind us of anyone? Hint: It was posted on Good Friday.

I enjoy Matthew’s daily devotionals and you can too at:

Then Sings My Soul


How Great Thou Art is the name of the hymn from which this title is taken; a hymn, according to Wikipedia, based on a Swedish traditional melody and poem written by Carl Gustave Boberg (1859-1940) in Sweden in 1885. This powerful hymn never fails to cause me to raise my hands in praise whenever it is played. It has been sung by the well known George Beverley Shea, Elvis Presley, and Carrie Underwood. Here then, is How Great Thou Art:

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

The current six week course, Soul Keeping, I am attending, along with a talk I heard yesterday, given by a member of our congregation, titled “The Gospel According to Hymn”, has inspired this post.

A Toast to Antryump


For those who may be unfamiliar, Antryump is a blogger who painstakingly posts of exemplary writers of bygone days–wonderful writers whose works will never be forgotten. And so I, whose works will be forgotten by most, would like to pay Antryump this tribute.

I toast you Antryump

because you triumph

over everyday mundane

by expressing thoughts

and quotes and words

of men of long-held fame:

Kahlil, Confucius, Socrates,

Emerson and Rumi:

men who from centuries past

still are speaking to me.

Mandella, Tolstoy, even Steve,

men of rare content

are brought to life

because of you

and precious hours spent.

It is with pleasure that I read

your each and every post

and dwell on words

that from the past,

speak to me the most.

So, thank you Antryump,

for being you,

and bringing light to bear

on these great artists, who through you,

make us more aware.

©Patricia Ann Boyes/2014

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? (Samuel Taylor Coleridge – 1772-1834)