Blessed are those who feed the mind; the kingdom of knowledge is theirs.
Blessed are the well read for they shall be enriched.
Blessed are the educated; they shall inherit the world.
Blessed are those who invest in good books and literature for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the disciplined, for they shall find time to read.
Blessed are they that lend their books, for they shall be called true friends.
Blessed are they who return the books that are loaned, for they shall not ever be called 'bookkeepers.'
Blessed are they that persevere in good reading, for theirs is an enduring investment.
Blessed are you if, men elect you to many committees and heap many duties upon you for the community's sake, you still hold fast to your reading habits, for how great will be your reward.
This is how the wise are separated from the foolish. George Earle Owen.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Beatitudes for the Age
As usual on a Tuesday, my wife and I were at Peacehaven to do chapel service. It was good to talk with the residents and nurses, to listen to their stories, their joys and sorrows. We thank God He has given us the privilege to provide the listening ear.
Let me share the following with you.
Beatitudes for the Aged – by Elsie Gilchrist
Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who seem to know my eyes are dim and wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away when coffee was spilt on the table today.
Blessed are they who, with cheery smile, stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say; ‘You’ve told the story twice today.’
Blessed are they who know the way to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who make it known I’m loved, respected, and not alone.
Blessed are they who ease the days on my journey Home in loving ways.
Let me share the following with you.
Beatitudes for the Aged – by Elsie Gilchrist
Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who seem to know my eyes are dim and wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away when coffee was spilt on the table today.
Blessed are they who, with cheery smile, stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say; ‘You’ve told the story twice today.’
Blessed are they who know the way to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who make it known I’m loved, respected, and not alone.
Blessed are they who ease the days on my journey Home in loving ways.
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