Isaiah 52:13-15 – He
who will be sent, God’s servant “will prosper, he shall be lifted up, exalted,
rise to great heights” (52:13).
The people looked on him and were appalled. Written in the past tense, it passes into the ears of Christians
as a prophecy of what WILL come:
“[S]o will the crowds be astonished at him, and kings stand
speechless before him; for they shall see something never told and witness
something never heard before” (52:15).
New Testament
Inspired:
I want to continue having some New
Testament-inspired part of my daily blog through the last days of it. While I
was a Friend for about ten years before returning to the Catholic Church, and
knew the story of James Nayler’s entry into Bristol, England in 1656, I never
had run across the famous “deathbed words” he spoke in 1660, some two hours
before he passed away. And, I had never any knowledge of the absolutely amazing
sonnets that Kenneth Boulding (1910-1993) wrote using these words as his
foundation. They blew me away when I first read them in 2012. I think everyone
in the world should read them, so I will include one each day. But first the
words themselves:
Beautiful Quaker
Words: James Nayler’s Deathbed Testimony
There is a spirit which I feel
that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure
all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end. Its hope is to outlive all
wrath and contention, and to weary out all exaltation and cruelty, or whatever
is of a nature contrary to itself. It sees to the end of all temptations. As it
bears no evil in itself, so it conceives none in thought to any other. If it be
betrayed, it bears it, for its ground and spring is the mercies and forgiveness
of God. Its crown is meekness, its life is everlasting love unfeigned; it takes
its kingdom with entreaty and not with contention, and keeps it by lowliness of
mind. In God alone it can rejoice, though none else regard it, or can own its
life. It is conceived in sorrow, and brought forth without any to pity it; nor
doth it murmur at grief and oppression. It never rejoiceth but through
sufferings; for with the world's joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being
forsaken. I have fellowship therein with them who lived in dens and desolate
places of the earth, who through death obtained this resurrection and eternal
holy life.
Thou wast with me when I fled from the face of mine enemies: then didst Thou warn me in the night: Thou carriedst me in Thy power into the hiding-place Thou hadst prepared for me: there Thou coveredst me with Thy Hand that in time Thou mightst bring me forth a rock before all the world. When I was weak Thou stayedst me with Thy Hand, that in Thy time Thou mightst present me to the world in Thy strength in which I stand, and cannot be moved. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Let this be written for those that come after. Praise the Lord.
Thou wast with me when I fled from the face of mine enemies: then didst Thou warn me in the night: Thou carriedst me in Thy power into the hiding-place Thou hadst prepared for me: there Thou coveredst me with Thy Hand that in time Thou mightst bring me forth a rock before all the world. When I was weak Thou stayedst me with Thy Hand, that in Thy time Thou mightst present me to the world in Thy strength in which I stand, and cannot be moved. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Let this be written for those that come after. Praise the Lord.
And now the amazing Sonnets
by Kenneth Boulding, a very illustrious Friend himself, sonnets that were
inspired by Nayler’s words:
1. There is a spirit which I feel
Can
I, imprisoned, body-bounded, touch
The
starry robe of God, and from my soul,
My
tiny Part, reach forth to his great Whole,
And
spread my Little to the infinite Much,
When
Truth forever slips from out my clutch,
And
what I take indeed, I do but dole
In
cupfuls from a rimless ocean-bowl
That
holds a million million million such?
And
yet, some Thing that moves among the stars,
And
holds the cosmos in a web of law,
Moves
too in me: a hunger, a quick thaw
Of
soul that liquefies the ancient bars,
As
I, a member of creation, sing
The
burning oneness binding everything.
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