The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

The Faculty of Taste

"Sometimes during sickness the faculty of taste in the tongue is interfered with, and during that time, however tasty the food given to the sick person may be, it has an ill taste to him. In just the same way sin interferes with the taste for spiritual things. Under such circumstances [saith the Lord] My Word and service and My presence lost their attraction to the sinner, and instead of profiting by them he begins to argue about and criticize them."

(Sadhu Sundar Singh, "At the Master's Feet," 1922)

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