It would be a sad day for us if ever the music of the church bells were to become silent
in our villages and towns. For it is this music which calls us away from the world of
visible things, the world of our scheming and talking, inviting us to gather ourselves
together to hear the word of God which resounds from the invisible world of
eternity.
~ Rudolf Bultmann, This World and Beyond ~
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to
the soul what a water-bath is to the body.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~
Music strikes in me a deep fit of devotion, and a profound contemplation of the First
Composer. There is something in it of divinity.
~ Thomas Browne, Religio Medici ~
But, oh! what art can teach,
What human voice can reach
The sacred organ's praise?
Notes inspiring holy love,
Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choice above.
~ John Dryden, "A Song fro St. Cecillia's Day" ~
I know not what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen. .
~ Adelaide Anne Procter, "A Lost Chord" ~
In exchange for mad jazz and concert music, we [Carmelite nuns] have the Gregorian chant
whose only audience is God.
~ Mother Catherine Thomas, My Beloved ~
ac·cou·ter·ment or accoutrements
noun 1. Ancillary items of equipment or dress. b. Military equipment other than uniforms
and weapons. 2. accouterments or accoutrements. Outward forms of recognition; trappings 3.
Archaic. The act of accoutering.
The boys dressed themselves, hid their accoutrements,
and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern
civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss. They said they would
rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Mark Twain
There was I, straight as a young poplar, wi' my firelock, and my
bagnet, and my spatterdashes, and my stock sawing my jaws off, and my accoutrements sheening like the seven stars! Yes,
neighbours, I was a pretty sight in my soldiering days. You ought to have seen me in
four!"
Return of the Native.
Thomas Hardy
Definition from American Heritage Dictionary
Sources: Encyclopedia Britanica
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"What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable." Joseph Addison |
A FEW SMILES
How About This Hurrying into a shop, a woman picked up a can of fly-spray, handed it to the assistant
and asked, "Is this good for wasps?" From: David A. Rinke II: Funny Pages Mailing List
A young salesman had asked his girlfriend to marry him. She said she would love to, but
he would have to ask for her father's permission. "He's old-fashioned," she
said, "and he might not say yes to the first man who asks for his daughter's hand. I
sure hope that you can convince him." A POEM FOR MOMS AND DADS Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my sanity to keep. For if some peace I do not find, I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind. I pray I find a little quiet Far from the daily family riot May I lie back -- not have to think about what they're stuffing down the sink, or who they're with, or where they're at and what they're doing to the cat. I pray for time all to myself (did something just fall off a shelf?) To cuddle in my nice, soft bed (Oh no, another goldfish -- dead!) Some silent moments for goodness sake (Did I just hear a window break?) And that I need not cook or clean-- (well sure, I've got the right to dream) Yes now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my wits about me keep, But as I look around I know-- I must have lost them long ago! Long ago there was a kingdom where the King wore a brightly colored vest instead of a crown. The vest was adorned with all different colors of berries to make it beautiful. Maintaining this vest was difficult because it needed freshening daily. His people would go into the mountains with big nets. They would throw the nets over the berry bushes, and snare the fresh berries for the King. The people valued and honored this vest as the symbol of the throne. One day the colors on the King's vest were fading badly. The people were asked to bring in fresh berries, but there were none to be had. The King looked very bad, so much so that he so he issued this proclamation: ... "A reward will be paid for those who snare enough to mend the berry vest." (By Harry Tilden) Work Horse An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. A local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy. He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!" Buddy didn't move. Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!" Buddy didn't respond. Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Coco, pull!" Nothing. Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull!" And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch. The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times. The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!" Time To Smile ZONDERVAN PUBLISHING HOUSE E-MAIL ALERT SERVICE TRUE FACT ... Humans begin laughing at two to three months of age. Six year olds laugh about 300 times per day, while adults laugh from 15 to 100 times per day. |
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