“The deeper and richer a personality is, the more full it is of paradox and contradiction. It is only a shallow character who offers us no problems of contrast.”-M. L’Engle (A Circle of Quiet)
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Two Words on Prayer
Hear me, Lord, for I am a sinner,
which means I have nothing except prayer.
Protect me for the day of dryness and impotence.
When neither a swallow’s flight nor peonies, daffodils
and irises in the flower market are a sign of Your glory.
When I will be surrounded by scoffers and unable,
against their arguments, to remember any miracle of Yours.
When I will seem to myself an imposter and swindler because I take part in religious rites.
When I will accuse You of establishing the universal law of death.
When I am ready at last to bow down to nothingness and
call life on earth a devil’s vaudeville.
God does not hear us because we pray earnestly – he hears us solely on the basis of redemption. God is never impressed by our earnestness.
Oswald Chambers, September 16, My Utmost for His Highest
Night Blooming Cereus
Tom Kilpatrick’s Night Blooming Cereus had nearly twenty blossoms opening this night; here are a few of this very interesting plant.
As described on Desert USA,
One of the strangest plants of the desert, the Night-bloomiing Cereus is a member of the Cactus Family that resembles nothing more than a dead bush most of the year. It is rarely seen in the wild because of its inconspicuousness. But for one midsummer’s night each year, its exqusitely scented flower opens as night falls, then closes forever with the first rays of the morning sun.
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I call it an orchid.