A Tale of Two Sisters (The Tragedy of Ecumenical Unfaithfulness)

•January 9, 2010 • Leave a Comment

With heart so kind and gentle,
and sympathetic eye;
With touching, deep affection,
And loyal, tender tie-
Was LOVE betrothed to DOCTRINE,
To hold him all her days,
And walk the path of gladness,
United in his ways.

Her younger sister also,
Had qualities as fair,
Of caring, selfless kindness,
And warmth without compare;
Thus UNITY was drawn,
To the husband of her youth:
And pledged herself forever,
To be the bride of TRUTH.

But TIME, with bitter envy,
Across the testing years,
Pursued the slow erosion,
Of happiness to tears;
‘Til LOVE began to weary
Of DOCTRINE’s pleasant voice,
And UNITY grew cold to
The partner of her choice.

Then LOVE began to notice
The charms of HERESY,
And awed by his opinions,
She wanted to be free;
And UNITY perceived that
Her virtues were desired,
By many, many others
Whose ways she so admired.

At length, two precious unions,
So promising, so blest,
Were darkened by delusion,
Disloyalty, unrest;
‘Til came the day of sorrows,
And rending vows of youth,
When LOVE divorced her DOCTRINE,
And UNITY her TRUTH.

Author Unknown

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The Anvil of God’s Word

•December 22, 2009 • 3 Comments

Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith’s door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime:
Then looking in, I saw upon the floor
Old hammers, worn with beating years of time.

“How many anvils have you had,” said I,
“To wear and batter all these hammers so?”
“Just one,” said he, and then, with twinkling eye,
“The anvil wears the hammers out, you know.”

And so, thought I, the anvil of God’s word,
For ages skeptic blows have beat upon;
Yet though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed . . . the hammer’s gone.

John Clifford