My wife pointed this one out to me; it had been posted on Facebook.
“There are just some kind of men who - who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

(and, before you point it out, there is meant to be an extra “who”)

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish perhaps,
To know of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead, it’s said like bed not bead!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.)
A moth is not a moth in mother
Nor both in bother, broth in brother
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s rose and close and lose
Just look them up – and goose and choose
And cork and work and card and ward
And font and front and word and sword
And do and go and thwart and cart.
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five.

Attributed to T S Watt, 1954

“God reminded me that I would sin.

But because I was so enjoying looking at him I did not pay much attention to this revelation”.

Julian of Norwich “Revelations of Divine Love”

Sometimes we are so happy with the direction our growth in faith is taking that we are blinded to the needs of others.

God knows that mistakes happen and from His love He forgives us.

All the sweet and bitter that fill the daily cup;
All the faith and hope that bid the heart look up;
All the wrongs or sorrows, that else might spell despair,
The looms of love transfigure to something new and rare.

Gilbert Thomas “Collected Poems”

“(We should not) be ungrateful to those who love their tradition and try to prevent its dissolution. But too possessive a care for its preservation can, as we know, lead its self-appointed guardians to cut off those very energies by which it can be revitalized.”

The Language of Mystery by Edward Robinson

(Referred to in ‘Life was Never the Same’ by Ruth Robinson in “Thirty Years of Honesty” SCM Press 1993)

Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!

not yesterday or tomorrow,
but now,
our everyday.