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A Dead House by George MacDonald

When the clock hath ceased to tick

Soul-like in the gloomy hall;

When the latch no more doth click… 171 more words

Haunted Houses

Look for the Lovely Will

“She kneeled beside him,

“Mary,” he said again, taking her little hand in his two long, bony ones, “I love you, my child, to that degree I can not say; and I want you, I do want you, to be a Christian.” 609 more words

George MacDonald

Thoughts đź’­

Instead of a gem or a flower, cast the gift of a lovely thought into the heart of a friend.

—George Macdonald.

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The Washing of the Fresh Birth

As to the peculiar doctrines of the sect to which he had joined himself, right or wrong in themselves, Marston, after having complied with what seemed to him the letter of the law concerning baptism, gave himself no further trouble. 112 more words

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Life, and its Majesty...

I felt that something was not right with me, that something was required of me which I was not rendering. I could not, however, have told you what it was. 483 more words

George MacDonald

Mark 10: Don't be a bouncer for Jesus

People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant.

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New Testament

The Secret of All Wisdom

He was not a man of much education, in the vulgar use of the word; but he was a good way on in that education, for the sake of which, and for no other without it, we are here in our consciousness—the education which, once begun, will, soon or slow, lead knowledge captive, and teaches nothing that has to be unlearned again, because every flower of it scatters the seed of one better than itself. 83 more words

George MacDonald