More wise words from Dr George Morrison.
“That is one mark of the genius of God – His gifts come so regularly yet they are never weary. They reach us a thousand times, but the thousand and first time they are still wonderful, surprising, touched with dew. If a church is wearisome I utterly distrust it. I should never allow my children to be brought up in it. And I distrust dull churches, however orthodox they be, just because they are hopelessly out of touch with June. I should like my children to feel that all things are a unity: that the summer and the sacraments are kin; that the pealing of the organ and the song of birds are part of the one hymn that rises heavenward, for the Creator and the Father of Christ are one.”
(From “The League with the Stones”)
“I question if we think enough of the protection of the Church of Christ. We recognise the protection of the home. We know what it means for childhood and for youth. Without it and all the discipline it brings, what a poor affair were human life! But never forget that God who in his mercy has given us the protection of the home, has given us too the protection of the Church. It guards us in our infancy by baptism, and by all the keeping which baptism implies. It guards us by its congenial fellowship, and by its constant opportunities of service. It guards us by its recurring worship, nowhere more needed than in town and city where men are so apt to lose in crowded days the vision and the voice of God. You can do something to protect the Church; but the Church can do far more to protect you. Just as you needed the home when you were children, do you need the Church to the last hour you live. And the joy of that tender guardianship is this, that it checks nothing which is good and beautiful, but fosters everything that has been planted there, helping it to the glory of its growth.”
(From “The Garden of the Church”)
“I do not wonder that the crowd was stricken when Jesus looked round about on them with anger. I do not wonder that when Jesus turned and looked on Simon Peter in the hall, the heart of Peter was broken with the look, and he went out into the night and wept. Will anyone say that was a look of anger? My brother and sister, it was a look of love. And the past was in it, and all its tender memories, and the dear dead days that were beyond recall. And it saved Peter when the night was past to think that the Lord had turned and looked at him; but first down to the very depths it judged him. No wild rebuke would ever have done that. It would have hardened him, and made him reprobate. No word of Sinai, given in flame and thunder, would ever have carried conviction to that heart. One look of Christ did more than all the Decalogue. One look of Christ outmatched a thousand threatenings. One look of Christ showed in what height and depth the Father had given all judgement to the Son.”
From “The Judgement of the Son”)