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A Tuft Of Comet's Hair
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F.W. Boreham
204 books57 followersRev. Dr. Frank W. Boreham
(March 3rd 1871 – May 18th 1959) Served, and wrote, in the UK, New Zealand, and Australia.
(March 3rd 1871 – May 18th 1959) Served, and wrote, in the UK, New Zealand, and Australia.
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July 5, 2020
A Tuft of Comet's Hair by F.W. Boreham, 272 pages. You know the drill when it comes to reviewing Boreham. I adore him, these essays are no exception. I have giggled, I have sobbed, and I have hurt my brain with the thinking as he referenced all of the greatest of thinkers. And here are a few tidbits that I want to share...
"Christ is picking up the broken pieces of HIs world and fastening them all together. I wonder if He will let me hold His tools or hand Him His nails or carry His basket, or, in any other way, help Him to complete that lovely world - the world of all our dreams - the world of Christ that is to be!"
"Each man must come by the shortest, simplest, easiest road - the road that leads straight from his own distress to the Saviour's feet."
"When Shakespeare's mother walked down those Warwickshire lanes in the summer of 1564, with her baby lying horizontally in her arms, she was really carrying Romeo and Juliet and Othello and Shylock and Ophelia and Iago and a wondrous host besides."
"Before I lost my money," he says, "I bought books; after the crash came, I read them. In the old days I bought them as the fancy took me, for the sake of their handsome bindings, for the sake of their steel engravings, or for the pure pride of seeing them on my shelves. After the financial crisis, I could buy no more; but I began to read, one by one, the volumes that I had so idly accumulated; and this, in one sense at least, I got more enjoyment out of my impoverishment than out of my wealth." -Gerald Duncannon
"There is only one way of possessing your possession of eternal life: you must live it! The man who says that he hath eternal life, and does not live in the luxury of such spiritual opulence, is like the widow how owned the gold mine, yet parted sadly with every penny. The joy of conversion is the joy of the first crop; but the potentialities of the life eternal are by no means exhausted in conversion."
"I am forced to one of two conclusions. Either gardening takes more out of me than it exacts of most mortals, or else the men who penned the pretty little poems never did any gardening."
"God the first garden made," as Cowley says, and it is not without significance, that after making it, He took a whole day's rest."
"When a man has had twenty or thirty years of public speaking, he knows that the silent audiences are the finest tribute to his influence and power."
"My stock of thoughts, memories, opinions, and ideas must be flowing in and out. I must traffic in them with as many people as possible. If I close the doors of my mind and attempt to keep my present stock to myself, I shall quickly be involved in intellectual and spiritual bankruptcy."
"William Blake used to say that people do not dislike a tragic ending to a tale: they only think they do."
"Christ is picking up the broken pieces of HIs world and fastening them all together. I wonder if He will let me hold His tools or hand Him His nails or carry His basket, or, in any other way, help Him to complete that lovely world - the world of all our dreams - the world of Christ that is to be!"
"Each man must come by the shortest, simplest, easiest road - the road that leads straight from his own distress to the Saviour's feet."
"When Shakespeare's mother walked down those Warwickshire lanes in the summer of 1564, with her baby lying horizontally in her arms, she was really carrying Romeo and Juliet and Othello and Shylock and Ophelia and Iago and a wondrous host besides."
"Before I lost my money," he says, "I bought books; after the crash came, I read them. In the old days I bought them as the fancy took me, for the sake of their handsome bindings, for the sake of their steel engravings, or for the pure pride of seeing them on my shelves. After the financial crisis, I could buy no more; but I began to read, one by one, the volumes that I had so idly accumulated; and this, in one sense at least, I got more enjoyment out of my impoverishment than out of my wealth." -Gerald Duncannon
"There is only one way of possessing your possession of eternal life: you must live it! The man who says that he hath eternal life, and does not live in the luxury of such spiritual opulence, is like the widow how owned the gold mine, yet parted sadly with every penny. The joy of conversion is the joy of the first crop; but the potentialities of the life eternal are by no means exhausted in conversion."
"I am forced to one of two conclusions. Either gardening takes more out of me than it exacts of most mortals, or else the men who penned the pretty little poems never did any gardening."
"God the first garden made," as Cowley says, and it is not without significance, that after making it, He took a whole day's rest."
"When a man has had twenty or thirty years of public speaking, he knows that the silent audiences are the finest tribute to his influence and power."
"My stock of thoughts, memories, opinions, and ideas must be flowing in and out. I must traffic in them with as many people as possible. If I close the doors of my mind and attempt to keep my present stock to myself, I shall quickly be involved in intellectual and spiritual bankruptcy."
"William Blake used to say that people do not dislike a tragic ending to a tale: they only think they do."
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