Isaiah 66 – “With
heaven my throne and earth my footstool, what house could you build me, what
place could you make for my rest? All of this was made by my hand” (66:2).
Still God’s eyes are “drawn to the man of humbled and contrite spirit” (66:2).
People sacrifice all kinds of things to their idols rather than respond to
God’s love. Jerusalem should rejoice, for now “towards her I send flowing
peace, like a river” (66:12). She shall be comforted.
There is a constant tension in
these lines between the fury God will show towards those who do not attend to
his voice and the peace that will come to those who do. This dichotomy continues to the very end of
the chapter as seen here.
“I am coming to gather the nations of every language”
(66:18). “From the New Moon to New Moon, from Sabbath to Sabbath, all mankind
will come to bow down in my presence, says Yahweh. And on their way out they
will see the corpses of men who have rebelled against me. Their worm will not
die nor their fire go out; they will be loathsome to all mankind” (66:23-24).
This is kind of sad to say, but the two year bible-reading
schedule is DONE. How cold it have gone by so quickly? Not sure where the
Catholic-Quaker Blog is going – resting for a while, I think. I will finish up
the Nayler Sonnets by Kenneth Boulding. They are so amazing.
New Testament
Inspired:
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.
Kenneth Boulding’s Nayler
Sonnets:
15. Its life is everlasting love unfeigned
Caught
in a mirrored maze of bright deceit,
Peopled
with images, that but reflect
The
groping movements of the intellect,
Till
bounds are smudged where fact and shows meet,
The
mind is lost, until with quickened beat
Love
scents a wind, blowing from God, unchecked,
And
senses, deeper laid than sight, direct
To
the free air our once-bewildered feet.
But
love must be made pure to be our guide;
Not
trader’s love, that seeks more in return,
But
love that with clear, slender flame will burn
Through
it be spent for nought, spurned, crucified,
Until
to one vast song our spirit lifts:
To
love for Love alone, not for His gifts.
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