Chronicles of Charyl

Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature.  They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities Which mortals lack or indirectly learn. Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying, Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear, High eminence are seen; unveiled, the seminal  Huge Principles appear. The Tree-ness of the tree they know - the meaning of Arboreal life, how from earth's salty lap The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness Enacted by leaves' fall and rising sap; But never an angel knows the knife-edged severance Of sun from shadow where the trees begin, The blessed cool at every pore caressing us -An angel has no skin. They see the Form of Air; but mortals breathing it Drink the whole summer down into the breast. The lavish pinks, the field new-mown, the ravishing Sea-smells, the wood-fire smoke that whispers Rest. The tremor on the rippled pool of memory That from each smell in widening circle goes, ...

The same everlasting Father who cares for you today, Will take care of you tomorrow, and every day. Either He will shield you from suffering Or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it… Be at peace then, And put aside all anxious thoughts, Put aside all imaginations. The same everlasting Father who cares for you today, Will take care of you tomorrow, and every day. Today, be at peace.. Tomorrow, be at peace.. And Every day, be at peace. [From the hymn by Haven of Rest Quartet, as quoted from St. François de Sales ]

“May grace and peace be multiplied to [me] in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.”  (2 Peter 1:2, ESV) This verse really struck me now, and I can’t believe I’ve totally missed this before!  This verse just tells me that grace and peace can be multiplied in the knowledge of God and of Jesus Christ.  Or, another way of saying it is that the knowledge of God and of Jesus Christ has the capacity/power to multiply grace and peace to me. Now, this struck me because I pride myself as someone who has quite many knowledge of God and of Christ (as far as information is concerned).  I mean, that’s why I’ve volunteered in a student ministry even if I’ve already graduated in college, worked in a broadcast ministry for seven years now, enrolled myself in theological and missions courses, read my Bible in three different versions already, and having Philip Yancey and CS Lewis as my favourite Christian writers.   It’s because of these (and more) that I’ve ...

... that God cares double for the person/s I care about.

Biblical:  Hebrews 11. Fantastical: “One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm goin...

I really had this weird dream last night.  Sure, I did have many other dreams since as far back as I can remember, but there are dreams that are just so disturbing they really stand out in one’s memory.  And last night’s was one of those. I dreamt that I was already a ghost, but I didn’t know it.  I still kept on spending time with my family and friends, talking with them.  I didn’t actually realize they weren’t able to see me.  But one day, for some reason, my older sister saw me (which turned out that I actually and supposedly let her see me), and she was the one who revealed that I’ve already died.  And I asked how I died, and she said I was hacked to death.  I was so shocked and scared at what she said, especially that I realize I didn’t remember being physically hurt.  I woke up in the middle of the night panting because of that.  And I remember asking myself while still in my dream, why wasn’t I in paradise?  Wasn’t that w...

One of the songs I learned to sing from a really wonderful friend, with prayers that she may taste & see how highly, deeply & greatly she's loved by Him.  MIZPAH! :)