christianity

Finland

Submitted by TKingtiger on Thu, 03/04/2010 - 16:44

Low flat plains and rolling hills, Baltic Sea and Nordic Chill,

Timber, Copper, Iron ore, This is Finland evermore.

Winter Olympic Athletes, Conquering many great feats,

Saku Koivu, Hockey star, Proving that all Finns could go far.

Owls Reindeer Rabbits Moose, Woodpecker Bunting Cuckoo Goose,

Finns are related to the critters of their home, and the geographic terrain the creatures roam.

Christian Religion, Theology, Finns glued to faith, just like me,

Lutheran, Presybeterian, Evangelical, Finnish Religion, thought not known to all.

Aslan's Side

Submitted by Raine on Fri, 07/31/2009 - 15:52

In The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis, Puddleglum the Marshwiggle makes an interesting statement.

The Lady of the Green Kirtle was trying to convince Puddleglum that there was no Narnia, no Aslan...telling him there was nothing worth being great or good for. She told him he ought to forget it all and just...sleep. She tells Puddleglum and his friends they have only dreamed and made up stories about Narnia and Aslan. Soon...they come to believe her.

Oh Restless Soul

Submitted by Raen on Wed, 05/27/2009 - 17:57
The immortal desire of my heart:
To love and to be loved.
For that yearning is Christ's everlasting mark,
Which he hath given to mortal man.

Oh soul which cannot rest until
Every grace is well used,
Which cannot respite 'till it is filled,
With God's sanctifying grace.

In worldly things I see no pleasure,
For all turns to rot and dust,
But seek in God my only treasure,
And thus find my truest desires.

Who am I?

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Tue, 12/04/2007 - 20:08

Who am I?
Who am I?
That I have gone away the same and have come back new
Changing in a blink of an eye
Or have I just changed what I do
Who am I?
That my eyes see different than what I saw
A person shining more beautiful than the moon’s light
Someone who always protected me who I never knew before
Who am I?
That my ears hear things that I never heard
A sweet voice of praise that made me cry
And made me kneel
Who am I?
That my mouth no longer speaks profane