"To Mrs. Norman McLeod"

What follows is a letter from George MacDonald to the recently-widowed wife of Norman McLeod, H.M. Chaplain in Scotland and editor of "Good Words for the Young."

My dear Mrs. McLeod,

I almost dread drawing near you with a letter. It seems as if all one could do, was to be silent and walk softly. Yet I would not have you think me heedless of you and your sorrow. And yet again, what is there to say? Comfort, all save what we can draw for ourselves from that eternal heart, is a phantom — a mere mockery. Either one must say and the other must believe that there is ground for everlasting exultation, or comfort is but the wiping of tears that for ever flow.

Posted on Monday, May 31, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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We Will Never Be Old

"Of all children how can the children of God be old?" (George MacDonald, Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood)  We will never be old: here, because here we will not be mature; there, because there age will mean more beauty, more strength.

Posted on Sunday, May 23, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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How the Past is Changed

Strange to visit your former prison
and see it freely with new feeling—
to go back to where your pain was
that drove you limping to your healing!


May 15th, 2010

Posted on Saturday, May 15, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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The Essential Idea

Differences in meaning exist between the words love, light, good, right, and truth — but only in shades. Underlying them all is one essential idea which can be rightly called by any one of those names, with only the addition of a capital letter. To say one is to invoke the idea of the others; and to mean one and not mean the others is inconsistent.

Don't we know Light as the symbol of Good?
Hasn't Good meant Love when ever it could?
Does not Truth do the work of Right?
And is not Truth the object of Light?
So why then distinguish one from the others,
When one, in full meaning, their meanings it covers?
The perfect idea of which these imply
Forms of their parts the ultimate Why.

Posted on Sunday, May 09, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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