Life is an unfinished symphony. God holds the score in His Hands. Sometimes my life is a cymbal crash, and sometimes it is pages of counting rests. But always, He is the Conductor. (...and I hear the Coda He's written is out of this world!)
We didn't sing this song by Brooke Fraser last Sunday, but it has been on my mind....
In the quiet, in the stillness I know that you are God In the secret of your presence I know there I am restored When You call I won't refuse Each new day again I'll choose
There is no one else for me, none but Jesus Crucified to set me free; now I live to bring him praise.
In the chaos, in confusion I know You're sovereign still In the moment of my weakness you give me grace to do your will So when You call I won't delay This my song through all my days
There is no one else for me, none but Jesus Crucified to set me free; now I live to bring him praise.
All my delight is in You, Lord, All of my hope, all of my strength All my delight is in You, Lord, forevermore
There is no one else for me, none but Jesus Crucified to set me free; now I live to bring him praise.
Oh taste and see that the Lord is good Oh taste and see that the Lord is good to me Hey yeah...
Cause you turned my mourning into dancing Put off my rags and clothed me with gladness And I will rise and I will you praise you I'll sing and not be silent
“A female must encounter, on all sides, an inveterate prejudice, founded on a misconstruction of the scriptures.” (pp. 63-64). from the autobiography ofEllen Brown Hickox Stewart, my thrice-great-grandmother.
"This is beautiful work--simple, genuine, redemptive. It shouldn't seem radical... but it is. It shouldn't even be necessary to say 'men and women are equal...' but it is. Hopefully, in another ten years, the saints of CBE will end gender inequality and put themselves out of jobs. Until then, may we all live in discomfort amid a booming choir of white men, while the church is pregnant with women who are ready to lead and write and preach but still get funny looks or cold shoulders."
Arise then...women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! Say firmly: "We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies, our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
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