A Testimony of Healing and a Heart of Joy by Tracy Maunsell-Kowald
April 29, 2011
I was inspired by a testimony that left me speechless and in awe of our God. It was because she wrote it out and published it, I was able to share in her joy and the awe of such a great God. So with a bit of fear and great faith, I post the following:
For 7 years I have been in a funk, a funk that has taken me down some pretty dark paths and into a dark place. I couldn’t figure out why I was in such a funk, because God had blessed me with more children so shortly after taking drastic measures to be open to more blessings for which I had prayed many years.
I felt my world starting to collapse shortly after the birth of Ethan. Call it post partum, but I couldn’t pull off what I thought was going to be a picture perfect family and world that I had seen in others and so desired for myself. Wait a minute, this baby came into the world very high maintenance; he wasn’t calming and sleeping like the other two. He was messing up our school schedule. Church became burdensome because I was always out in the “cry room,” in which I would end up crying more frequently. Then 14 months later, God blessed us again with another baby. The news of his coming was met with content from others and shock. The birth of another baby boy brought more feelings of panic and joy at the same time, illness, busy high maintenance 2 year old and two emerging teenagers who desperately needed their mom, but I was wrapped up in the world of babies and creating my picture perfect world. The picture perfect part was falling apart at my feet. I wasn’t measuring up and I was failing as a Mom, the only thing I had ever wanted to be, I couldn’t do right.
Fast forward, my little baby boy doesn’t start talking and disappears into a happy little world of his own. 3 year old demands my time, teenagers have now decided I do not have the time. My picture perfect world is shattering, my faith is dwindling. False accusations and hearsay, and the betrayal of a “church” friend (or who ever) took my already low self confidence into a rock bottom nightmare, and the complete dump of whatever confidence and self worth I had left. That brought triggers that would send me into a tailspin with very little warning or touch of the trigger. What I didn’t know was that it was triggering pains from years and years past. Something that was shown me later. Pains of former betrayals and assaults that started the feelings of worthlessness and all the junk that went with that.
Fast forward, hubby retires from military career and shortly afterwards, yet news of another blessing. Instead of beaming with joy, I shrunk in fear of how I would do this. I had reminders of my inadequacies on a regular basis. My older two had pretty much written me off at this point as an effective mother(the way I saw it) as I was in survival mode constantly. My little boy was still not talking. Than a conversation that felt like a sucker punch to my gut, when I heard, “I am concerned about Evan… I think he might have autism.” At that point, my defensive walls went to the sky and I shut out all outside “concerns.” We were in denial of autism but did get him speech therapy that was beginning to help some.
Fast forward, daughter in her Senior year of home schooling, son in Sophomore barely hanging on to that, only by the help of an awesome co-op group of sisters who held me up and prayed for me. So when my baby was born, for a brief time at his birth, there was a look of concern from the doctor as he wouldn’t burst forward and wouldn’t cry. I cried out to the Lord, please I am sorry for any negative word I said about this pregnancy and the baby, just let him be ok. He cried and I cried and fell in love with this new baby God had given me.
But as real life set in yet again, and the feeling of being overwhelmed, fear and failure. I continued to sink. Here I stood at the graduation of my first born with a baby literally nursing at the time. I couldn’t fathom how I would raise these boys and be there for the “originals.” We made the very hard decision to put Ethan and Evan into public schooling. I took that as I had failed at homeschooling. Here I was sending my little ones into the lion’s den. We were waiting on results from the school testing on an official diagnosis for Evan. At that time, it was determined that “no, he did not have autism.” I rejoiced that he was simply speech impaired with sensory issues.
Fast forward, after about 3 months of school, the questioning of the diagnosis led us to have him more thoroughly tested. In January of 2010, we did get a formal diagnosis of autism. And the reality of the word hit me like a brick wall. All along, I was feeling very alone in my pain. My friends cared, but the triggers of past events started firing at every turn. And I honestly didn’t know which way was up. Anger set in as I blamed every one for my current state. Anger at God for not hearing my prayers. Anger and abandonment became my closest friends. My anger lashed out to those I loved in verbal vomit. And as they crashed I continued to crash.
Fast forward to many confusing times of trying to sort out facts and no one would give me answers, distrust and aloneness set in at the place where I needed Christian fellowship. Triggers being set which brought back pain, and again anger, anger at others, and anger at God.
Then Barry decided to make a change and it started with Ash Wednesday. We had attended All Saints Anglican Church on Christmas for the past 5 years and at one time seriously considered it as a church home. This was the choice of my husband, the leader of my family. But me in my selfishness and foolishness begged him to not go there, I had a list of excuses, but the reason was not wanting things to be more difficult than they already were with a 2 year old and a newborn. So with love for me he relented. That was my mistake, and was my sin in not trusting God and him. And for the next 4+ years we would be in a desert place. God would give us blessings and use us, but our labor was as if we were always heading into the wind and the time after time circumstances that followed were part of the consequences and tempering I needed to go through.
Ash Wednesday of 2011, Barry went for his reasons. Than the first Sunday of Lent gave us reason to go to church because our friend (“A”) would not be at our current church to help with Evan. So Barry said let’s try it. I went expecting the worst. Evan struggled with it but it wasn’t horrible, just a lot of outside of the service walking around. Barry came to get me for communion so we played tag team. When I looked up to take the bread “body” Fr. Chip smiled at me and I felt at home. That night both Barry and I were able to attend the fellowship/singing at All Saints. It was a blessing to meet the people and I still laugh as Jordan said my husband worried more than his Jewish mother. But he gave us words of wisdom and thoughts to chew on for the week.
On Wednesday, Barry rushed me out of the house to attend the evening study. I was welcomed with joy but my walls were up. 2nd Sunday of Lent we went to our church but that night I wanted to attend fellowship again.
That night while singing, God brought me to my knees, to a point where I had to totally surrender or I was going to spiritually die if not physically. I went for prayer and I was prayed over with power, a power I have never experienced. I have seen people use and abuse what they call speaking in the Spirit and other miraculous signs and my spirit has always said, “um no!” But not this time; this time it was the true Spirit of God speaking over me truth and seeking my heart in the deep places. Places the man that was praying had never known about me; how could he? And then he prayed for God to wash me as a new creature and let me tell you, I sensed the Holy Spirit almost take me down, not in a dramatic look at me way but It was so strong, It was like being in the ocean and a big wave catching you off guard, but this was warm and it was love, it was amazing. It was the complete opposite of the abandonment I had felt from God for quite a while. I felt like I wanted to crawl up in my Abba’s lap and soak up his love, never wanting to leave that place. I am still amazed and in awe.
The attacks from the enemy have been fierce since, the worst is the attack of insecurity and worth to our new church home. But He has been faithful to show me He is taking care of me in that. The next Sunday the ladies corralled me and began to pray. The peace and love I felt from them all was both comforting and empowering. I have pretty much brought forth my baggage with the purpose to clean out the strongholds so that I can be truly free. I still have work to do but God has shown himself faithful. He has revealed to me this Lenten season the former attitudes of my heart and the fact that knowledge does not equal faith. That I need to be continually filled with the Spirit of God because I am a leaky vessel. That I need to continually feed on the Word of God and I need to stay in close proximity to God’s people. I still have a lot of work to do. My fear, one of my biggest strong holds in and of itself, is that the other shoe will drop. It sounds so silly but it is frighteningly real. Much love and thank you for sharing my joy. Please keep praying for me as I continue to heal. The process is not fun but is necessary. I look forward to what God is going to do with me.
I praise God for all He is doing for me this Lenten season.
Ephesians 1:3
4 For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love 5 he[a] predestined us for adoption to sonship[b] through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— 6 to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.
Hear my prayers, a testament of Faith by Ellen Dass
April 25, 2011
The Lord’s Prayer
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
I was real young when my world came crashing around my ears and it continued to crash continuously for 19 years.
My family is not religious. My mom is a non-practicing Catholic and my father is agnostic was Southern Baptist (by?). We approached religion in a “hands-off” intellectual manner (meaning book learning and introduction to religion by friends). I vaguely knew of Jesus & God. I had a few encounters, but that’s getting ahead of myself.
So, a few years ago I attempted to read the Bible, starting with Genesis. My intent was to read cover to cover. My goal, to be able to argue with which ever bible thumping missionary that would knock on my door. And, I failed…miserably. I couldn’t get past a few pages. I also failed to realize that the Bible is a compendium. I could have started anywhere.
Now that I’ve finally learned this, I’ve found it easier to read and I go where God inspires me.
If you ever noticed throughout the Bible, as far as I’ve read (and I haven’t read the whole thing yet), whenever a believer/skeptic/non-believer calls the Lord out: “If you are truly God, prove it” “Do this, God, if you are real” “When I have the proof I’ll believe”, you know what God does? Nothing. That’s right, nothing. Who are we to call out our Creator and demand proof? We must first believe and God will bestow upon us blessings unimagined in our weak fallen-human imagination.
**How I lost my quasi-faith the first time**
I was born hearing-impaired along with my 2 sisters. I was teased mercilessly, bullied, had a speech impediment, and was actually put in special education because the teachers thought I was mentally retarded, or at least had some kind of learning disability. I was 9 when I prayed to a God I didn’t know or believe in, every night. “God, if you are real, please give me normal hearing.” “If you restore my hearing I’ll believe in you.” Needless to say, the prayers went unanswered. That summer, my world would REND ; I would be broken beyond repair. My faith in anything would be ripped from me and be replaced with fear, bitterness, and anger. I was sexually assaulted by someone that was supposed to be trusted. I was shattered and never the same. My parents thought I was rebellious, but I was too ashamed to tell them. I acted out at home and in school. Two years later, at the urging of my best friend, I finally gathered the courage to tell my parents. But they called me a liar. This further hurt me as one can only imagine.
For the next five years I struggled with disappointment, fear, worthlessness, and anger. I acted out continuously. Put on a brave face and died a little each day. I was building a wall of self-protection to keep people out. I was LONELY, but I made it to high school.
I became a binge-alcoholic, eventually reconnected and became involved in a Stockholm-esque (syndrome) relationship with the person that molested me the summer before my sophomore year in high school. Then, he broke my heart.
**See you At the Pole & Christian treachery**
My best friend was Christian. She was also, young, naive, gullible, and looking for leadership. So we joined the Christian Athlete’s Club (I don’t recall the name fully). That year we gathered for “See you at the Pole” ( http://syatp.com/). I was open and searching too. I’d been broken for so long that I was yearning to be healed. I invited the Holy Spirit in. The experience was life-altering at the time. I felt the burden lift, I felt FREE. I was overcome with indescribable joy, fell to my knees, crying, and praising Jesus. This is what I had been looking for during the preceding 5 years. Shortly afterward I was baptized (born again {after all- I had been baptized as a baby-per catholic tradition}), in my best friend’s church. But I didn’t realize that Christians are under attack. We are weak; we must maintain fellowship and pack away the WORD for it is our weapon, our armor, our sword, and our shield. I was unprepared. I was betrayed.
**Strife, life in high school (losing my God)**
Up to this point betrayal was already a normal part of my life. However, I didn’t expect it from my best friends. Rumors spread around about me. They were either fueled by or substantiated by my best friends. They didn’t defend me. I became more lonely and retreated to my walls. I tried to die. I willed myself to die. I was tormented. I tried counseling, drugs, changing my schedule,dropping out of school, suicide.
Suicide, an abomination.
**The Hand of God in face of my unbelief**
By conventional wisdom I should be dead 4-5 times over. Each suicide attempt (there were 3) was unsuccessful, and they should have succeeded. I have absolutely no ill effects from each attempt. No internal nor external damage to testify to the fact I’ve tried.
I should be scattered at the bottom of a ravine. Witnesses told me that the way my car hit the retaining wall at 80+ miles per hour, with more than half the car tilting over the edge of the wall over the ravine, by the laws of physics, should have gone over. I walked away angry and with a bruise. Did I praise God for his hand?
No, I was angry. He never answered my pleas at 9. He allowed me to be sexually assaulted. I was having troubles at home. Not long after, I moved out and spent some time homeless.
**More Failure**
I bounced around a lot. I was hurting. I was fighting with my family, physically as well as verbally (abuse both ways). I finally hit 18 and was OUT the door. I moved in with a good friend of mine and started working. I was moderately happy. But I was a terrible, weak sinner, I was promiscuous, I cheated etc. I met and started a relationship with an older co-worker that moved in with me (& my friend). The next 2 years were hell on earth. He quickly became verbally and physically abusive. He raped me, another co-worker friend raped me. My friends witnessed him beating up on me and did absolutely nothing. Where was God? Merciful, loving, forgiving God? Did he hate me? Was I being punished?
At 19, I became unintentionally pregnant. I was pressured by everyone to have an abortion. So I did. Things just kept getting worse. One day, I had enough of being a punching bag and called the police for help. I was arrested for “assault with bodily injury”. His injury? The knot we all have at the base of our skulls. Mine? A huge, quickly filling bruise on my left arm, a torn shirt with a scratch across my chest, a swelling bottom lip and jaw, a scuff on my right elbow where he kicked me with his steel-toed boots. I was 1/3 his size. God must hate me! How could a reasonable man arrest me and leave him free to wander the streets?
**The sky….I can’t tell if it’s still falling**
In short order: I was evicted, I lost my job, and to my humiliation, I had to move back in with my parents. I was desperate. I tried to join the Navy and Army, but due to my hearing impairment, despite my intelligence, my physical strength, and phenomenal memory, I was unable to secure a waiver and was denied entry. So, I met my first husband, at the Navy recruiting center. I thought it was fate. My ticket out. I was raped by a “friend” shortly after I started dating my future husband and he accused me of cheating on him. Yet, my worthlessness had me pleading and he stuck around….ish. I spent the next 7 1/2 years in hell. A loveless marriage, with a man that requested a baby so he could control me. Who couldn’t be reliable and kept fighting while in the Navy. He kept getting 45 day restriction, 6 months 1/2 pay, demotions, and spent the family money without consulting me. When our daughter was 7 days old, he and our roommate left our 2 bed, 2 bath, 2 story townhouse a WRECK, in UTTER disarray with out even putting together her crib before leaving on a 4 month turned 6 month deployment. He got out of the Navy and we moved back to Austin. He beat me over the head for having been a stay at home mother and overextended us on car loans and a mortgage. Right away he quit working leaving me to pay multiple notes and childcare, causing us to have the vehicles repossessed and the house foreclosed. Along with many many many things that will just take too long to list.
**Blink**
I must have blinked. I had been a single mother since my daughter was born. I spent my pregnancy unsupported and heckled by her biological father. And now, I found myself back at mom and dad’s. Humiliated and defeated again. Why God? What grievous sin did I commit at age 9?
**Hope?**
Then, when my daughter was 2, I met my savior, a Marine in San Antonio. He was intelligent, handsome, and willing to talk to me despite me having a child. I fell in love with him the first time I kissed him. This was LOVE! But, I still hated myself. I was still an angry petulant woman-child. I still retreated to my walls. So, 1 1/2 years into the relationship, in his weakness he cheated. Once, and immediately regretted it. He buried it so deep he forgot about it. Then, against my convictions I moved from Austin to San Antonio to be with him. I created a schism between us that would only deepen.
**I hope it hurt**
Four months before our 3 year anniversary I was offered a promotion, raise, training, and a free trip to the Grand Canyon. I was ecstatic, despite the gulf between us, I thought things would be ok; even though I’d be out of town a lot.I sinned. I was evil. I cheated, frequently, with glee and malice. I returned to it often over the course of 2 weeks. I didn’t know I had been hurting and all I could think was ” I hope it hurts” because he never showed me emotion (my reasoning). I clubbed my Marine with such an unfathomable betrayal. And I was remorseless. There could be no coming back from this, this was the kiss of death. But instead, a miracle (or folly?) happened. He fought for me! I’m not worth anything, why was he fighting for me?! I actually struggled with my decision to end the relationship. I sought counsel…. I skewed facts so that the advice would be what I was looking for.
I had a friend tell me about myself in the middle of the night in a gas station parking lot, I was driving back from Dallas(training) to San Antonio.
Then, I agreed to try going to church with my Marine, thinking nothing would come of it. After all, his encounter with the Christian faith had been dishonest due to chasing a skirt into Church. I felt that his past would dictate the outcome of our excursion to church and I’d be rid of him soon. What we didn’t know what that the first little church we attended would be the only one we’d check out. It’s our home now. The skeptic actually respected the priest (a feat in and of itself). God touched our hearts & we slowly came back. Our relationship began to heal as we began to heal. We’re human and are still dealing with the ramifications of our indiscretions.
**You want a miracle?**
We got married. (Kind of a surprise when you consider how soon after my betrayal it came.) ( Jason and I got married 3 months later, the day before our 3 year anniversary {only because our actual anniversary was on Sunday}) He accepted Jesus and was baptized, we were both confirmed and I started feeling happier. The presence of the Lord is awesome, joyful, gratifying, and peaceful. But God wasn’t/isn’t done with me by a LONG SHOT. I was partaking in personal ministry and sat in for a deliverance intercession. POWERFUL and incredibly spiritual. When we were done, my burden was lifted and my miracles, as noted by my husband:
1. I look younger, the fine lines on my face have disappeared.
2. I’m actually happy
3. will follow after this:
I AM NOT HEARING IMPAIRED ANYMORE. And guess what… It almost sucks! Things are LOUD! I can’t sleep at night anymore because I hear the downstairs neighbor whooping at all hours of the night! I need either ear plugs or ear muffs to vacuum because the noise pains me. I need BOTH to go shooting. And I have to learn to recognize the sounds I’ve never heard before. This is a hard work.
4. I’m losing my deaf accent.
Accepting Christ might bring salvation, but that’s the beginning of the journey. We are called to spread the good news. I am up in the middle of the night because God wants me to testify. Normally I’m sleepy by now, but I am wide awake. Heed the call Christians. The news is GOOD. He knows his plans for us. My journey has just begun. I am human, I am weak and fallen by nature.
Father, give me the strength to follow you. Forgive me when I stumble. I praise you and I bask in your presence.
**still working on the Christian fellowship thing though…. So many years being lonely that’s a habit that’s hard to break**
-May the peace of the LORD be with you
Ellen
The LORD is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
-Psalm 23
A Reaction to Maundy Thursday Services from the Lambs
April 22, 2011
Dear Father Chip,
Dihl and I just wanted to let you know that last night’s Maundy Thursday service was one of the most beautiful, touching, and sobering services we have ever attended.
Would you believe, even though raised as Christians, neither of us had ever been to a Maundy Thursday service, nor had we ever seen the stripping of the altar, or the washing of the feet.
The evening was something we’ll never forget, especially witnessing it with you, Father Ed, and all our All Saints family. We have truly been blessed in finding all of you.
God Bless You,
Dihl and Missy Lamb
Worship Services – Remainder of Holy Week and Easter
April 19, 2011
Holy Wednesday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
7:00 PM Evensong/Tenebrae
Maundy Thursday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
7:00 PM Holy Communion/Foot Washing/Stripping of Altar/Black Veiling of Narthex, Nave, and Chancel/ Beginning of the Vigil at the Altar of Repose (which continues until sunrise Easter morning—sign up in Ballard Hall to watch one hour with the Lord)
Good Friday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer/Litany
1:00 PM Stations of the Cross
5:00 PM Evening Prayer/Litany
6:00 PM Stations of the Cross and screening of The Passion of the Christ or Gospel of John movie
Holy Saturday
8:30 AM Morning Prayer
6:00 PM Evening Prayer/Blessing of the Font
Easter Sunday
6:58 AM Sunrise Holy Communion in prayer garden (in chapel if weather is inclement)
11:00 AM Blessing and procession of the Paschal Candle and Holy Communion
No Sunday School, Children’s Church/Children’s Sermon/Youth Group/Koinonia
Liturgy Lesson for Palm Sunday: Hosanna
April 17, 2011
Blessing the Palms
Today is Palm Sunday, that day in Lent when we commemorate our Lord’s triumphal entrance into Jerusalem, the “foundation of peace” and the holy city. We begin with the blessing of palms for worship, invoking God’s intervention in our lives to make our worship and other actions more than just a corporeal event or “attendance,” instead asking Him to enter our hearts in triumph—as the Lord of those lives, in spirit and truth—a contrast to the crowds that outwardly hailed Jesus at his arrival but then turned on Him, becoming the mob that demanded His blood on the Cross just hours later. With this prayer, we begin Holy Week—completing Lent’s spiritual creation of new and contrite hearts and preparing us for the joys of the Resurrection Sunday. May we, then, add to our “hosanna,” “Maranatha”—meaning “Come quickly, Lord,” as we give Him real Lordship in the Holy Cities of our Hearts!
Holy Week 2011 Worship Services
April 14, 2011
Palm Sunday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
9:00 AM Blessing of palms in prayer garden/procession into the Nave followed by Holy Communion
10:30 AM Sunday School
11:15AM Blessing of Palms in the Prayer Garden/ procession into the Nave followed by Holy Communion
6:00 PM Koinonia and Youth Group
Holy Monday and Tuesday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
7:00 PM Evening Prayer
Holy Wednesday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
7:00 PM Evensong/Tenebrae
Maundy Thursday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer
7:00 PM Holy Communion/Foot Washing/Stripping of Altar/Black Veiling of Narthex, Nave, and Chancel/ Beginning of the Vigil at the Altar of Repose (which continues until sunrise Easter morning—sign up in Ballard Hall to watch one hour with the Lord)
Good Friday
8:00 AM Morning Prayer/Litany
1:00 PM Stations of the Cross
5:00 PM Evening Prayer/Litany
6:00 PM Stations of the Cross and screening of The Passion of the Christ or Gospel of John movies
Holy Saturday
8:30 AM Morning Prayer
6:00 PM Evening Prayer/Blessing of the Font
Easter Sunday
6:59 AM Sunrise Holy Communion in prayer garden (in chapel if weather is inclement)
11:00 AM Blessing and procession of the Paschal Candle and Holy Communion
No Sunday School, Children’s Church/Children’s Sermon/Youth Group/Koinonia
Security in God’s Grace
April 12, 2011
“…knowing that my life and achievements and efforts and gifts and opportunities are ‘by the will of God.’ … There is an element of security in knowing this. The security is in the realization that my life cannot extend beyond God’s grace or capacity to redeem all things for his glory and my good.” ~ Sam Storms, The Hope of Glory: 100 Daily Meditations on Colossians
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April 11, 2011
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Liturgy Lesson for Passion Sunday: Way of the Cross
April 10, 2011
On the nave walls, you may have noticed stations for the Way of the Cross, an ancient devotion intended for us to each make a small pilgrimage with our Lord through His Passion and Death. This is a very Scriptural practice—St. Paul taught us to glory in Christ and Him crucified, and we are also instructed to be willing to share in Christ’s sufferings, taking up our own crosses and following Him. This small, but intense devotion is a way we can do that, rehearsing His propitiation in a series of 14 meditations, walking from one station to another to help the faithful to make in spirit, a pilgrimage to the chief scenes of Christ’s sufferings and death. To aid in that devotion, we have placed small booklets in each pew from now until Easter. The origin of this devotion may be traced to the Holy Land, where the Via Dolorosa at Jerusalem was reverently marked out from the earliest times and has been the goal of pilgrims ever since the days of Constantine. For us, we use the stations and devotions to help us put our lives in perspective and to reproduce devotions in holy places in other lands for those who were hindered from making the actual pilgrimage. For us, as we make our devotions to the Lord, may we ask the Holy Ghost to help us to take up our cross and follow Him in our Lenten examen, growing in Him, as we rehearse His Passion for us all!
The Application of Christian Principles
April 5, 2011
“The application of Christian principles, say, to trade unionism or education, must come from Christian trade unionists and Christian schoolmasters: just as Christian literature comes from Christian novelists and dramatists—not from the bench of bishops getting together and trying to write plays and novels in their spare time.” ~ C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
