"I would like to say 'This book is written to the glory of God', but nowadays this would be the trick of a cheat, i.e., it would not be correctly understood."--Ludwig Wittgenstein
"OH JESUS OH WHAT THE FUCK OH WHAT IS THIS H.P. LOVECRAFT SHIT OH THERE IS NO GOD I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS—Popehat
Love, prayers, and sympathy, Rmj. May he rest in peace and rise in glory. May God give comfort, consolation, and peace to your family and all who love him.
Whatever happens, those who have learned to love one another have made their way to the lasting world and will not leave, whatever happens.
Be this soul on Thine own arm, O Christ, Thou King of the City of Heaven, And since Thine it was, O Christ, to buy the soul, At the time of the balancing of the beam, At the time of the bringing in the judgment, Be it now on Thine own right hand, Oh! on Thine own right hand.
And be the holy Michael, king of angels, Coming to meet the soul, And leading it home To the heaven of the Son of God. The Holy Michael, high king of angels, Coming to meet the soul, And leading it home To the heaven of the Son of God.
May God support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest and peace at the last.
I hope that your family experiences the state of blessing that Jesus promised. You are in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLove, prayers, and sympathy, Rmj. May he rest in peace and rise in glory. May God give comfort, consolation, and peace to your family and all who love him.
ReplyDeleteWhatever happens,
those who have learned
to love one another
have made their way
to the lasting world
and will not leave,
whatever happens.
Given by Wendell Berry
From Sabbaths 1998
May you find some grace at this difficult time. You and your family are in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteBe this soul on Thine own arm, O Christ,
ReplyDeleteThou King of the City of Heaven,
And since Thine it was, O Christ, to buy the soul,
At the time of the balancing of the beam,
At the time of the bringing in the judgment,
Be it now on Thine own right hand,
Oh! on Thine own right hand.
And be the holy Michael, king of angels,
Coming to meet the soul,
And leading it home
To the heaven of the Son of God.
The Holy Michael, high king of angels,
Coming to meet the soul,
And leading it home
To the heaven of the Son of God.
May God support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest and peace at the last.
ReplyDeletePax.
ReplyDeleteThank you, all, for the comments and consideration and kindness.
ReplyDelete'Tis all a very rare thing indeed, in this world, and very precious, and very much appreciated.