Wednesday, December 24, 2008

1000 Inspirational Things

Last week, I stayed at my Aunt Dine's "Tall Furs" Cabin (yes, that is its name). "Tall Furs" is a sweet three year old cabin on Schroon Lake in upstate NY. My childhood is filled with many memories in the Adirondack Mountains. Schroon Lake was one of the places I spent much of my time. Aunt Dine's cabin is new, but it still brings back memories of many smells, sights, and feelings of woodsy winters by the fire with piles of snow outside, the tastes of Gramma's world famous Macaroni and Cheese and Apple Pie, and the sounds of pitch and 14 (northeast card games) playing with siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and Grams.

This picture is me and my sisters, Bekah (right) and Katie (left), at the famous indoor tree that Shawn (aka - the driftminer and Katie's husband) blogged about a few months ago... 

Tall Furs cabin has multiple layers/stories to it (I think four, if you count the drop down living room area, (pictured), the main level, the basement, and the loft (where this picture was taken from). 

Aunt Dine and Uncle Phil are all retro in their decorating style for the "Tall Furs." Aunt Dine loves antiques (Especially furniture - see the sweet coffee table? It's old!) while Uncle Phil loves old books (see the shelf of books above?). One particular book that stood out to me while staying at the cabin was:

You might ask yourself why anyone would pick such a book to read, ever!? Exactly! Even if the book didn't have the amazing graphical design on the cover, one should be enthralled by the title, as I was. In between playing Scattegories with Kim and my sisters, I decided to pick up this book. I was pleasantly surprised! Despite the ridiculously desperate title, I found a lot of great stuff in it. Basically, the book is full of inspirational writings (poems, short stories, essays, etc.) by various pre-early 20th Century authors. I will be highlighting a few selections from this wonderfully unassuming book in the next couple of days.


By: John Greenleaf Whittier

Forgive, O Lord, our severing ways,

The rival altars that we raise,

The wrangling tongues that mar thy praise!

Thy grace impart! In time to be 

Shall one great temple rise to Thee--

Thy Church our broad humanity.

White flowers of love its wall shall climb, 

Soft bells of peace shall ring its chime, 

Its days shall all be holy time.

A sweeter song shall then be heard,

Confessing, in a world's accord,

The inward Christ, the living Word.

That song shall swell from shore to shore.

One hope, one faith, one love restore

The seamless robe that Jesus wore.

p. 299

Thoughts on the poem anyone?

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