Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Feeling the weight

"Once while bathing in the river Sutlej I sank deep into the water. Above my head were tons of water and yet I did not feel the burden at all. When I camed back to the bank, I lifted a pot filled with water and found it very heavy. As long as I was in the water I did not feel the weight.

Similarly a sinner does not feel that he is a sinner as long as he lives in sin."

(Sadhu Sundar Singh, 1889-1929)

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