Humble Us, O God, Under Your Mighty

Sin Is What You Do When Your Heart Is Not Satisfied With God. No One Sins Out Of Duty. We Sin Because It Holds Out Some Promise Of Happiness.

If You Don't Feel Strong Desires For The Manifestation Of The Glory Of God, It Is Not Because You Have Drunk Deeply And Are Satisfied. It Is Because You Have Nibbled So Long At The Table Of The World. Your Soul Is Stuffed With Small Things, And There Is No Room For The Great.

Maintaining Joy In God Takes 'work'; That Is, It's A Fight Against Every Impulse For Alien Joys And Every Obstacle In The Way To Seeing And Savoring Christ.

We Do Not Smirk At The Misery Or The Merrymaking Of Immoral Culture. We Weep. Being Pilgrims Does Not Mean Being Cynical. The Salt Of The Earth Does Not Mock Rotting Meat. Where It Can, It Saves And Seasons. And Where It Can’t, It Weeps.

I See No Thread Running Through My Work; I Simply Get On With My Life And My Painting.