Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Monday, December 20, 2010

hits the nail on the head

Wimberism-"One of the most damaging characteristics of the Western church is the hurtful way Christians sometimes treat each other. As I grow older I am becoming more sensitive to the damage that dis-unity & malicious criticism do to the witness of Christ in the world--Christians must learn to love each other..."

Awesome quote. :)
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