He who boasts of being perfect is perfect in folly. I never saw a perfect man., Every rose has its thorns, and every day its night. Even the sun shows spots, and the skies are darkened with clouds. And faults of some kind nestle in every bosom. Spurgeon. 

The narrow way is the broad way, and the broad way is the narrow.

The narrow way leads to a kingdom, where the riches of the soul are discovered among the mundane; where hope is found among ruins; peace is found in the battle; joy overcomes circumstances and love leavens even adversity.

"We are often the last to see how noble are our opportunities, to feel how inspiring the voices are that call us to high duties and productive sacrifice: and while we loiter on in the track of drowsy habit esteeming our lot in life common and profane, better hearts are looking on, burning within them to stand on the spot where we stand, to seize its hope, and be true to all its sacredness." 
James Martineau; photo of Anna Nicole Smith. 

  I always thought the loss of Anna Nicole Smith was such a great tragedy.   She came to mind when I read this post, but certainly each of us make so many poor choices and miss so much of what God has for us and the good things we were created for.   

  

"A very little girl undertook to carry a ton of coal, a shovelful at a time, from the sidewalk to a bin in the cellar. An observer asked her, "Do you expect to get all that coal in with that little shovel?" She paused for a moment as she looked at her little arms, and considered her young age, and the enormity of the task and said, "Yes sir, if I work long enough."

Trifling efforts persisted in will accomplish more than spasmodic endeavors of greater pretensions."  

  This little story touched me; whenever I see or hear of the faith of children it moves me and arrests my attention. One has said that little children are God's Messiah's. I think there is a lot of truth to that; they remind us of God's greatest gift, that of innocence and purity, which reminds me of the song Peace in the Valley where it says, "The beasts of the wild will be led by a child." 

In this story her determination reminds me that in my life, overcoming temptation would have long been defeated, but for a determined belief that my failures will not and do not turn God's face from mine. 

Tannhauser and Venus

"The legend of Tannhauser is that he was riding through Hoesel Vale, on his way to Wartburg, when, as he was passing a cliff he saw a female figure of unearthly beauty, whom he recognized as Venus. She spoke to him enchanting words, strains of sweetest music meanwhile filling the air, a roseate light glowing around and charming nymphs scattering roses at her feet. He left his horse and followed the charmer, at the tread of whose feet flowers sprang up, till he entered a mountain cave and found himself in the palace of Venus. Here he passed seven years in revelry and debauchery, surrounded by all the pleasure and magnificence of the heathen goddess' home. 
Finally he was filled with satiety and loathing, and longed for the blue sky and fresh breezes of the outside world. In vain he besought from Venus permission to depart. In his despondency he called upon the Virgin Mary, and a passage opened to him, and he stood once more upon the earth. He delighted in all the beauties of rural nature around him. Then the tones of the church bell fell upon his ear so long used to Bacchanal songs, and he hastened to make his confession. The priest was horror struck at the recital of his foul crimes, and refuse him absolution. He went from one to another to seek relief till he came to the Pope himself. The Pope listened to his confession of appalling guilt and earnest prayer for absolution. He thrust the penitent indignantly away, exclaiming, "Guilt such as thine can never, never, be remitted. Sooner shall this staff in my hand grow green and blossom, than that God should pardon thee."

  Tannhauser, disheartened, decided to return to the only asylum that would receive him. Three days after his departure the Pope discovered that his staff had burst into leaves and flowers. He hastened to send messengers after the penitent with his blessing. They could only discover that a weary man had just entered the Hoesel Vale." 

The different offices of patience

  The offices of patience are as varied as the ills of this life. We have need of it with ourselves and with others; with those below and those above us, and with our own equals; with those who love us, and those who love us not; for the greatest things, and for the least; against sudden inroads of trouble, and under our daily burdens; disappointments as to the weather, or the breaking of the heart; in the weariness of the body, or the wearing of the soul; in our own failure of duty, or other's failure to us; in every-day wants, or in the aching of sickness, or the decay of age; in disappointment, bereavement, losses, injuries, reproaches; in heaviness of the heart, or its sickness amid delayed hopes." Dr. Pusey. 

  "We say of a man who has no self-control," He is ruled by his passions;" they govern him, not he them. Centuries ago an Arab wrote, "Passion is a tyrant which slays those whom it governs."

It is like fire, which, once thoroughly kindled, can scarcely be quenched; or like the torrent, which, when it is swollen, can no longer be restrained with its banks. Call not him a prisoner who has been put in fetters by his enemy, but rather him whose own passions overpowered him to destruction." J. Johnson.