Quotemeal for Tuesday, September 4, 2007

"To be forged upon the anvil of God's purpose, to be at once His hammer, His tongs, and His molten iron; to hear words that rend the heart, see visions that pierce the chest; to be emptied like an urn, again and again and again until one desires only rest, only an end to the refilling — and to know one cannnot live without the refilling. To be given words that one dare not speak, and to feel those words churning and boiling in the belly until one must speak them aloud, or die. To be despised, soon or late, by everyone except Adonai — and to desire it so, while hating it. This is to be a prophet."

— Thom Lemmons

More Quotemeal

"The flower that follows the sun does so even on cloudy days."

— Robert Leighton —

"The name of Jesus is in my mind as a joyful song, in my ear a heavenly music, and in my mouth a sweet honey."

— Richard Rolle —

"A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy,...."

— John Donne —