“Science is wonderful–as far as it goes. But scientific theories come and go, almost always marked by wrangling between factions. This the very nature of scientific theorizing, an inescapable part. It seems to me critical that we keep this limitation…–Robert J. Matthews
He is a path, if any be misled;
He is a robe, if any naked be;
If any chance to hunger, he is bread;
If any be a bondman, he is free;
If any be but weak, how strong is he!
To dead men life he is, to sick men health;
To blind men, sight, and to the needy, wealth;
A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth.
Giles Fletcher, Jr. 1588-1623
“Godel showed that provability is a weaker notion than truth, no matter what axiom is involved…It suggest ultimately, we cannot understand our own mind/brains….All the limitative theorems of mathematics and the theory of computation suggest that once the ability to represent your own structure has reached a certain critical point, that is the kiss of death, it guarantees that you can never represent yourself totally.”–Hofstadter, Godel, Escher, Bach
“Godel showed that within a rigidly logical system…propositions can be formulated that are undecidable or undemonstrable within the axioms of the system…It appears to foredoom hope of mathematical certitude….Perhaps doomed also, as a result, is the ideal of science-to devise a set of axioms from which all phenomena of the external world can be deduced.”–Boyer, History of Mathematics.
I would be true, for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
I would be friend of all–the foe, the friendless;
I would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift.
I would be learning, day by day, the lessons
My heavenly Father gives me in his Word:
I would be quick to hear his lightest whisper,
And prompt and glad to do the things I’ve heard.–Howard Arnold Walter–1883-1918
[Thanks] for the sigh of the heart
The contagion of laughter,
For the longing apart,
For the joy that comes after,
For the things that we feel
When we clasp, when we kneel–
Thank God for the sharing,
The caring, the giving,
For the things of Life’s living.
Thank God for the riches
Of flowers in the ditches,
For the roof from the weather,
The fireside together,
For the step at the portal,
For the love we have treasured,
For the something immortal,
For our grief, for our mirth,
For heavens on earth,
For the things of the spirt…
Douglas Mallach, 1877-1938
“As man now is, God once was:
As God is, man may be.”–Lorenzo Snow
There is a prevailing belief that the most advanced point in time represents the point of highest development….[However] there is ground for declaring that modern man has become a moral idiot. So few are those who care to examine their lives….For four centuries every man has been not only his own priest but his own professor of ethics, and the consequence is [moral] anarchy which threaten even the minimum consensus of value necessary to the political state….[Yet] we behold unprecendented outbreaks of hatred and violence; we have seen whole nations desolated by war. Everywhere occur sypmtoms of mass psychosis. We have for many years moved with a brash confidence that man had achieved a position of independence, which rendered the ancient restraints needless…that man could realize himself more fully if he would only abandon his belief in the existence of the transcendentals.–Ideas Have Consequences, Weaver, Richard M., The University of Chicago Press, Chicago and London, 1948.
So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings…
The Place of Peace, Edwin Markham
Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone…
There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou sendest me
In mercy given…
Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I’ll raise
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Nearer, My God to Thee, Sarah Flowers Adams
Above the level of former years,
The mire of sin, the slough of guilty fears,
The mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay,
O Lord of Light, lift up our hearts today.
Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame,
The deed, the thoughts that honor may not name,
The halting tongue that dare not tell the whole
O Lord of Truth, lift every Christian soul!
Above the storms that vex this lower state,
Pride, jealousy, and envy, rage and hate,
And cold mistrust, that holds e’en friends apart
O Lord of Love, lift every brother’s heart.
Lift Up Your Heart, Henry Montague Butler
When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to thee.
The Will of God, Frederick William Faber
All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Center of unbroken praise:
Field of forest, vale and mountain,
Flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain,
Call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blest
Well-Spring of the joy of living,
Ocean-depth of happy rest!…
Mortals, join the mighty chorus
Which the morning stars began;
Father-love is reigning o’er us,
Brother-love binds man to man.
Ever singing march we onward,
Victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful music lifts us sunward
In the triumph song of life.
Hymn of Joy, Henry Van Dyke
For the beauty of earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,…
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,…
For the joy of ear and eye
For the heart and mind’s delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight,
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above
For all gentle thoughts and milds,
For each perfect gift of Thine,
For our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven,
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the Beauty of the Earth, Folliot Sandford Pierpoint