Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of Hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Browsing Doug Wilson's blog
Teaspoons and Waterfalls "We cannot begin to thank God for all His mercies toward us. We are unaware of the vast majority of them -- for instance, your liver at this moment is doing a number of things to keep you alive. Each of us, every day, is standing under a Niagara of blessings, and when we 'give thanks' it is as though we have taken a small teaspoon and ladled out some of the water and given thanks to God for that" (Beyond Stateliest Marble, p. 214).