At night across the mountains when darkness falls,
And the winds sweep down out of the hollows,
The wild things with their shiny eyes come to the edge of the clearing.
At such an hour, the house seems safe and warm.
An island of light and love in a sea of darkness.
At such an hour the word home must have come into being.
Dreamed up by some creature that never knew a home.
In his yearning there must have come to mind the vision
Of a motherís face, a fatherís deep voice,
The aroma of fresh baked bread,
Sunshine in a window,
The muted sounds of rain on a roof ~
The sigh of death ~
The cry of a new born babe and voices calling good night.
Home ~ an island, a refuge, a haven of love.
~ Earl Hamner
The Passing Year (Autumn's Song)
I'll Put Some More Wood on the Fire
Autumn in New England
When You Are Near
It Made Me Think of You
Home is Where the Heart Is
A Long Way Home
It's Good To Be Home
Be My Valentine
I Am Free
Where The Answers Lie
I Need The Seasons
Join In The Living
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"Home is where the longing ends, where the ache no longer exists, where love and peace, and warmth are found in a smile or a word, touch or a kiss."
- Tim Durnan
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUTÖ
Dearest World, I know how terribly youíre hurting right now, in every way imaginable. It may appear that there is no hope of turning it all around and experiencing the peace, morals and values of innocence. But, in fact, the solution is a very easy one. The answer, however, is not to be found in man, himself, in all his genius and accomplishment, as manís history has proven, but by finally all recognizing, loving and honoring God, putting Him first in our hearts and lives; by putting Him back on His rightful throne of our hearts, as our Creator and King, of this earth and all else thatís in existence. And the remedy of all our woes only comes at the price of our love and devotion to Him. In all reality He has never been deposed from His throne. It is only foolish man that refuses to recognize his eternal existence and Divine Kingship.
God does not need us, but, nonetheless desires us with an infinite love and longing. God made us for Himself, to share in His unbounded joy and happiness for all eternity. Here and now is where we are to make up our minds and decide whether or not to be with Him forever. The choice is ours. He patiently invites us and wants to pour out His love on all of us, but will never impose Himself on us or interfere with our free will. He has manifested and revealed Himself in the person of Jesus Christ. And, if you want to know just how much He loves you and me, and to what great lengths He took to prove His love, take a long hard look at a crucifix. Know this- that all the sins of mankind put together do not equal one drop in the ocean of Godís infinite love and mercy. My sins and your sins are no match for Godís greatest attribute, His Infinite Mercy.
There is nothing that He wants more than for you and me to run and jump into His loving arms and receive His infinite forgiveness, healing, blessings, mercy and love. God is all goodness. Nothing good exists outside of God. We are all born with an infinite God sized hole within us. And absolutely nothing can or will ever fill that hole except God. Havenít we wandered in the desert long enough? Isnít it time we returned to our Fatherís house?
If humans in all their glory can create space shuttles, computers, automobiles, and artificial hearts, would it not, then, be the pinnacle of arrogance to assume that we, as human beings, are merely the result of chance; order arranged out of chaos. No one in their right mind would suggest or believe in a notion that something as intricately complicated as a computer, with all its myriad parts, even given 10 million years, could ever be manifested or composed without an objective designer or intelligence putting it all together to function as we understand the word. We, as humans, are vastly more complicated than anything that man has ever created. To think that the former is impossible and yet say that no one created man would be like saying that a tornado could blow through a junk yard and assemble a Stealth bomber.