We are all in the same boat, in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.
What embitters the world is not excess of criticism, but absence of self-criticism.
Gilbert Keith (G. K.) Chesterton (1874-1936) was an English Christian writer.
Christmas enters, streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope and singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.
Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it white.
We are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.
Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.
Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most.
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
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True contentment is a thing as active as agriculture. It is the power of getting out of any situation all there is in it.
From John 14:27: “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.”
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