Something inside us, the feeling of resentment, the feeling that wants to get one's own back, must be simply killed. I do not mean that anyone can decide this moment that he will never feel it anymore. That is not how things happen. I mean that every time it bobs its head up, day after day, year after year, all our lives long, we must hit it on the head. It is hard work, but the attempt is not impossible. –C.S.

I love this anecdote about Oscar Wilde at a dinner party. Here’s how Interesting Literature tells it: At a dinner party, Arthur Conan Doyle and Oscar Wilde were discussing the truth about resentment and envy, how a friend’s success often makes one unhappy, Wilde entertained the party to a story. “The devil,” said Wilde, “was once crossing the Libyan Desert, and he came upon a spot where a number of small fiends were tormenting a holy hermit. The sainted man easily shook off their evil suggestions. The

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. –Romans 8:26 "Groaning too deep for words"? Have you ever felt that way, or are you feeling that way now?  If the answer is yes, there is abundant hope for you. For when we're too broken to pray—emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually drained,  consumed with fear, anxiety, and dread—or if

But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ come righteousness that comes

A few years ago, I mentioned the Methuselah tree, grown from date plant seeds, found in an archeological site at Masada in Israel from around the time of Jesus. They were the extinct remnants of the kind of Palm trees probably used on Palm Sunday to herald the arrival of Jesus in Jerusalem (Matthew 21:1-11). The seeds, excavated about 40 years ago, lay locked up until Sarah Sallon, director of the Louis L. Borick Natural Medicine Research Center at the Hadassah

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