i love me some studd...

"Let us not glide through this world and then slip quietly into heaven, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Let us see to it that the devil will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle."

I'm been wondering lately, "Where's my trumpet?" Perhaps it's in my closet...maybe it's lost...or maybe I'm just a sissy. God help me, for I love playing your tunes and fear I have lost the desire to do so.

a quote on Saint Boniface (from his biographer Willibald)

"But because a mind consecrated to God is not lifted up by the favor of men or sustained by praise, he began, with great care and solicitude, to hasten more intently to other things, and to shun the society of his relatives and connections, AND TO DESIRE FOREIGN PLACES MORE THAN THOSE OF THE LANDS OF HIS PATERNAL INHERITANCE."

~I suppose many of us find ourselves being alienated to that which is homely and familiar on the mere basis of hastening after other things...Godly things.