You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
In our culture we have such respect for musical instruments; they are like part of God.
Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion if we can simply learn that as well as giving, it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
