When Man Is With God In Awe

Every Year We Celebrate The Holy Season Of Advent, O God. Every Year We Pray Those Beautiful Prayers Of Longing And Waiting, And Sing Those Lovely Songs Of Hope And Promise.

In The Midst Of Our Lives, Of Our Freedom And Our Struggles, We Have To Make A Radical, Absolute Decision. And We Never Know When Lightening Will Strike Us Out Of The Blue. It May Be When We Least Expect To Be Asked Whether We Have The Absolute Faith And Trust To Say Yes

How Often I Have Found That We Grow To Maturity Not By Doing What We Like, But By Doing What We Should. How True It Is That Not Every 'should' Is A Compulsion, And Not Every 'like' Is A High Morality And True Freedom.

Knowing God Is More Important Than Knowing About God.

Only In Love Can I Find You, My God. In Love The Gates Of My Soul Spring Open, Allowing Me To Breathe A New Air Of Freedom And Forget My Own Petty Self. In Love My Whole Being Streams Forth Out Of The Rigid Confines Of Narrowness And Anxious Self-assertion, Which Make Me A Prisoner Of My Own Poverty Emptiness. In Love All The Powers Of My Soul Flow Out Toward You, Wanting Never More To Return, But To Lose Themselves Completely In You, Since By Your Love You Are The Inmost Center Of My Heart, Closer To Me Than I Am To Myself.