* Note to My Readers: Due to the busyness of the next month and a half, I'm making a few minor changes to my schedule of posting. All posts will continue to be made daily and will consist of material that has not appeared before on this blog. However, because my time will be taken up by my final thesis defense for my Master of Church History degree and by a trip to the Holy Land, several of my ongoing series will be on hold until May.

- On Wednesdays, I'll be posting some of my original poems from my college years, and then in May my "Evangeliad" poems will resume.

- On Thursdays, my series on "How to Be Miserable in Your Christian Life" will wrap up by the end of March. That will conclude that series for now; however, if you enjoyed it, please let me know, because I may add more to it at some later point.

- And on Fridays, my "Glimpses of Grace" series will be on hiatus until May. In the meantime, it will be replaced with a serialized, unpublished novella that I wrote back in 2005, "Worth It All." Beginning in the first week of May, "Glimpses of Grace" will return, this time in the Thursday slot, and a newly-composed adventure novel will be posted on Fridays.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Labor Awaits You - Gregory of Nazianzus

Time has not allowed me space in this past week to prepare the third scene of my serialized verse play, "Thus Ends the World" (click these links if you'd like to read Scene 1 and Scene 2). I hope to have Scene 3 finished by next week; and in lieu of that, I offer a bit of verse from one of the great fathers of the early church, Gregory of Nazianzus:

Labor awaits you, soul, great labor,
if you would know yourself,
the what, the whither, and the whence,
the way of now behaving—
whether it should be as it is
or whether more is expected;
labor awaits you, soul, and a purer life.

If you would ponder on God and probe
      into his mysteries,
if you would know what was there before
the world and the world itself—
the source from which it came to you,
the end that will take it from you:
labor awaits you, soul, and a purer life.

If you would know how God guides
the helm of the world and the course he plots,
why he set some things like rocks in the sea
while others he left in flux—
why men most of all are caught in the stream
and the swirl of perpetual change:
labor awaits you, soul, and a purer life.

If you would show me my former glory,
the shame that has come to succeed it,
what binds me to this mortal life
and what my end will be—
if you would hold this light to my mind
and drive dark error from it:
labor awaits you, soul; may it not undo you.

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