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Harry Lang
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Born
in Ridley Park, PA, The United States
Genre
Influences
Member Since
March 2013
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“They’re determined to go some other way, to make their own path, as if such a thing is possible. Problem is that very impulse blinds them to all warnings and wisdom. They think there’s something bigger for them, something that’ll put them out ahead of the rest of us. They won’t acknowledge that everybody is under somebody and the only thing you get to choose is which master you’ll serve and this makes them ripe for the adversary.”
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“…just as determined belief yields no ground to the most irresistible powers and strategies, so too determined unbelief.”
― The Mountains of the Eldritch Sea
― The Mountains of the Eldritch Sea
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“To say "He was a young fool, and now he's an old fool" is to make a distinction without a difference.”
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“…just as determined belief yields no ground to the most irresistible powers and strategies, so too determined unbelief.”
― The Mountains of the Eldritch Sea
― The Mountains of the Eldritch Sea
“They’re determined to go some other way, to make their own path, as if such a thing is possible. Problem is that very impulse blinds them to all warnings and wisdom. They think there’s something bigger for them, something that’ll put them out ahead of the rest of us. They won’t acknowledge that everybody is under somebody and the only thing you get to choose is which master you’ll serve and this makes them ripe for the adversary.”
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“It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, a former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there – the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie's pain-blanched face.
He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.
Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggles to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I prayed, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.
As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
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He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.
Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggles to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I prayed, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.
As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
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