A series of commentaries by Mary T. Hoffman about: humans and animals and the cruelty inflicted upon them; prayer and grace, and the role of the Holy Spirit in our lives; and the problems that plague our lives in this corrupted world.
I couldn't allow the month of June to slip by without commenting on the sheer pleasure of being alive on a "perfect" day during this much-celebrated time of year.
It has become almost a "personal tradition" to gaze out on a June morning and think of James Russell Lowell's poem entitled "June". I always remember the first two lines:
"And what is so rare as a day in June?"
Then, if ever, come perfect days;"
Sometimes I am inspired to look up the poem, as I did this morning. Near the middle of the second stanza are the lines:
"Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it;
We are happy now because God wills it;"
A few days ago, Frank and I were blessed to witness a spectacular ending to one of these perfect June days. After our Bible Study class, Frank and I were driving west across the Rip Van Winkle Bridge toward a dramatic sunset: the dark silhouette of the Catskill mountains below a sky awash in bold swaths of bright shades of pink, gold, and blue.
It seems as though God allows glimpses of beauty here on earth as a foretaste of the restoration of which the prophet Isaiah speaks and of eternity for those who believe in Him for salvation.
Isa 64:4, 65:17 4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
17 For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. (KJV)
From my heart,