A Letter Never Sent
Forward Movement, 2004 - 104 páginas
Ccompilation of prose and verse on death is a powerful, hope-filled book centered on the resurrection faith. Houghton writes from personal experience, as well as a lifetime of pastoral, priestly ministry in the Church. He lovingly incorporates Scripture passages and prayers ancient and modern to bring hope in times of grief to those who mourn. -- publisher's website.
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Página 11 - Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there : if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea ; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me," even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and...
Página 61 - He will swallow up death in victory ; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces ; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth : for the LORD hath spoken it.
Página 28 - Grant to little children visions bright of thee; guard the sailors tossing on the deep blue sea.
Página 13 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.
Página 34 - O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved, as to love. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Página 19 - To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die ; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted...
Página 27 - Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
Página 7 - Who shall separate us from the love of Christ ? shall tribulation or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or peril or sword ? Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Página 40 - But it is the will of God and nature, that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the soul is to enter into real life.
Página 38 - Death is nothing at all ... I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we are still.