Blind Pew Quotes

I felt so sure then. ‘Course, I was younger. It’s easier to be certain of things then. The older you get the more you see how certainty depends on one blindness or another.

If you're only thinking, It's evangelism time! —you might become one of those insensitive doctrine-nerds that overcomplicates things while firing off apologetics to "win" people.  But you're a real human being with a story, dealing with other real human beings who have stories. So, what's your story? How did God save you? Maybe you went to church your whole life, and then suddenly God knocked you out of the pew into His total grace and you started feeding the homeless and reading to blind kids. Or maybe you were doing black tar heroin, punching cops in the face while throwing puppies out of a moving vehicle, and Jesus uppercut you in your soul. Either way, you were saved. You have a testimony.

He laughed lightly, but only for a moment, and when I looked at him, I could see the part of Roger that never moved. Too much light will blind you, too much water will drown you. It is a danger to accept anything real from another person, to know something of them. A person has to be careful about the voices they listen to, the faces they let themselves see.

Grace commanded the second pew, her whole family jammed together, the six of them sour yet insistent, like the richest people flying coach, while behind her sat Charles Jr., never Charlie or Chuck, with his two girls, the ever blonde and blonder copies of his wife, who was six months pregnant with what I could only imagine was a blinding ball of blazing white light.

Saturday Sonnet by Stewart Stafford The Bard once wrote that love is blind, Desire’s muslin cloth veils the eyes behind, As a hog for truffles nosing in dirt, The human sniffs out a way to flirt, Flippant words become overture, And a dungeon-dweller emerges pure, Love’s great story blossoming anew, Past indiscretions in a penitent’s pew, Hearts as one, a confluence of minds, Time to think of the tie that binds, Sure of footing and glad of heart Wheels turning on a bridal cart, Handsome husband, pretty wife, Set out together in this thing called life. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.

But there are those who are not as you and I. These say that all the enchanting fairy romances are lies, that nothing is real that cannot be measured or weighed, seen or heard or handled. Such make their idols of stocks and stones, and are blind and deaf to the things of the spirit. These hard-fingered materialists crush the beautiful butterfly wings of imagination, insisting that pork and pews and public-houses are more real than poetry; that a looking-glass is more real than love, a viper than valour. These Gradgrinds give to the children the stones which they call facts, and deny to the little ones the daily bread of dreams.

Too much light will blind you and too much water will drown you. It is a danger to accept anything real from another person, to know something of them. A person has to be careful about the voices they listen to, the faces they let themselves see.

Freedom's Call [Verse 1] The wind's whisperin' warnings, the sky's turnin' grey, Our freedoms are vanishin', slippin' away, From the hills to the valleys, each small-town street, They'll take what we cherish unless we rise to our feet. [Verse 2] The big shots in charge, they just don't seem to care, Leadin' us blindly to who knows where, But we ain't just pawns in their twisted game, If you stand, I will too, let's fan this flame. [Chorus] If you don’t get active, if you don’t take a stand, They’ll take all you love with an iron-clad hand, Demand better, my friend, from those who lead you, Or the chains of control will bind me and you. [Verse 3] There's dust on the fields and rust on the plow, Work hard for our keep, but it's harder now, Politics and power play tricks with our lives, Hold tight to your values, keep freedom alive. [Verse 4] From the honky-tonks down to the church hall pews, The heart of our country beats strong and true, Let's raise up our voices, let liberty ring, For the land that we love, let's all dare to dream. [Chorus] If you don’t get active, if you don’t take a stand, They’ll take all you love with an iron-clad hand, Demand better, my friend, from those who lead you, Or the chains of control will bind me and you.