Break upon our blindness with Thy light. Show us, whatever we deem loss, That love is final gain.
Alistair Maclean gathered the reflections we have shared these last few days from the ordinary people of the Hebrides where he was a Church of Scotland minister, and clearly a good listener. His mysticism is not superficial feel-good stuff, but is born of love of God and the world he has entrusted to us.
from Hebridean Altars, 1937.
Filed under Daily Reflections, PLaces, poetry
We wanted to keep yesterday’s post simple for it needs no introduction, no explanation. Dr Maclean gave his own afterword to today’s prayer, so no more from your editors today.
Be Thou Thyself the guiding star above me, Lighthouse be thou for every reef and shoal, Pilot my barque upon the crest of sea-wave To where the waters make no moan or roll. Oh the restful haven of the wandering soul!
This, is it not a matchless prayer for fishers of every race and age? The Hebridean, with but a plank between him and the seabed, murmured it a thousand times. As he did so, his vision bore him to some still port far from the breaking seas, some secret haven where the green swell is dumb, and children play on the pearl-white sand.
From Hebridean Altars by Alistair Maclean, 1937.
Filed under Daily Reflections, Laudato si'
When Thou whisperest to me, As Thou wilt some day, That Thou hast need of my company, Be Thou the strength and quiet of my spirit.
from Hebridean Altars by Alistair Maclean, 1937
Filed under Daily Reflections, Easter
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