The Life Sublime
We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life. Though you have but a little room, do you fancy that God is not there, too, and it is impossible to live therein a life that shall be somewhat lofty? Do you imagine that you can possibly be alone, that love can be a thing one knows, a thing one sees; that events can be weighed like the gold and silver of ransom?
—Maurice Maeterlinck.
God Working
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment:
Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain.
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters:
Who maketh the clouds his chariot:
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits;
His ministers a flaming fire.
—Psalms.
Vicarious Living
As for myself, my blood is being shed already; the time of my departure is close at hand. I have run the great Race, I have completed the Course, I have preserved the Faith. And now the wreath awaits me, the reward for righteousness, which the Lord, the just Judge, will give me on That Day—and not only to me, but to all who have loved His Appearing.
—Paul.
God’s Bookkeeping
Do not five sparrows sell for a penny? and yet not one of them has escaped God’s notice. No, the very hairs of your heads are all counted. Do not be afraid, then; you are of more value than many sparrows.
—Jesus.
Alternate Reading: Matthew 16: 24-28.