C. R. Wiley
- Hartford, CT, USA
- member since May 8, 2009
C. R. Wiley’s last login was Thursday, August 1, 2013.
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Sunlight upon Judea's hills
And on the waves of Galilee,
On Jordan's streams and on the rills
That feed the dead and sleeping sea;
Most freshly from the green wood springs
The light breeze on its scented wings;
And gaily quiver in the sun
The cedar-tops of Lebanon.
A few more hours--a change hath come!
The sky is dark without a cloud;
The shouts of joy and wrath are dumb,
And proud knees unto earth are bowed.
A change is on the hill of death,
The helmeted watchers pant for breath,
And turn with wild and maniac eyes
From the dark scene of sacrifice.
That Sacrifice!--the death of Him,
The high and ever Holy One!
Well may the conscious heaven grow dim
And blacken the beholding sun!
The wonted light hath fled away,
Night settles on the middle day,
And Earthquake from his caverned bed
Is waking with a thrill of dread.
The dead are waking underneath!
Their prison door is rent away!
And, ghastly with the seal of death,
They wander in the eye of day!
The temple of the Cherubim,
The House of God is cold and dim;
A curse is on its trembling walls;
Its mighty veil asunder falls!
Well may the caverned depths of Earth
Be shaken and her mountains nod;
Well may the sheeted dead come forth
To gaze upon a suffering God!
Well may the temple-shrine grow dim,
And shadows veil the Cherubim,
When He, the chosen one of heaven,
A sacrifice for guilt is given!
And shall the sinful heart alone
Behold unmoved the atoning hour,
When Nature trembles on her throne'
And Death reigns his iron power?
Oh! shall the heart--whose sinfulness
Gave keeness to His sore distress,
And added to His tears of blood
Refuse its trembling gratitude?
--John Greenleaf Whittier
Hi, C.R. I’m the author of The Sandal Maker, a new novel about the public ministry of Jesus from a unique point of view. A story that will take you on a fascinating journey in first century Galilee. I’m including here the publisher's notes from Amazon.com. You can read samples at shelfari.com by entering the title. Let me know what you think.
Caleb, an elderly Jew, leaves the safety of his home in Cana on a mission to find a man he believes is in Jerusalem. Miriam, Caleb’s only remaining child, accompanies him disguised as a boy. In the desolation of the war struck Galilean countryside, father and daughter risk their lives to journey south on the Jordan River trail. As they walk, Caleb intrigues Miriam with a captivating story of his youth that will change her future destiny. A story of a time forty years prior when he became a sandal maker in order to observe a man some called the Miracle Worker. Caleb secretly kept notes of the events he saw and heard as he followed the crowds. With his objective, skeptical point of view, he reveals the fascinating ministry of the one he called the “Master.” Heart pounding perils and the threat of death endanger the two travelers, but nothing could foretell the fate awaiting them in Jerusalem!
From the Publisher
A. Michaelson's new novel, The Sandal Maker, takes the reader on a fascinating journey back to the year 70 A.D. in worn torn Palestine. The author creatively weaves two stories together, one in the present, the other in the past. Heartwarming, enlightening and tragic, The Sandal Maker paints a portrait of one man's life and his involvement in how the gospel came to be.
Wondering what you found in Outliers that rated 4 stars. Like Blink, I thought the book was another inflated presentation of the obvious, and even less interesting. Considering the popularity of Gladwell's books, I must be missing something. To me they feel like magazine think pieces that suggest more substance than they offer.
A Monument for the Soldiers
A monument for the soldiers!
And what will ye build it of?
Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze,
Outlasting the soldiers' love?
Can ye glorify it with legends
As grand as their blood hath writ
From the inmost shrine of this land of thine
To the outermost verge of it?
And the answer came: “We would build it
Out of our hopes made sure,
And out of our purest prayers and tears,
And out of our faith secure:
We would build it out of the great white truths
Their death hath sanctified,
And the sculptured forms of the men in arms,
And their faces ere they died.”
And what heroic figures
Can the sculptor carve in stone?
Can the marble breast be made to bleed,
And the marble lips to moan?
Can the marble brow be fevered?
And the marble eyes be graved
To look their last, as the flag floats past,
On the country they have saved?
And the answer came: “The figures
Shall all be fair and brave,
And, as befitting, as pure and white
As the stars above their grave;
The marble lips, and breast and brow
Whereon the laurel lies,
Bequeath us right to guard the flight
Of the old flag in the skies.”
A monument for the soldiers!
Built of a people's love,
And blazoned and decked and panoplied
With the hearts ye build it of;
And see that ye build it stately,
In pillar and niche and gate,
And high in pose as the souls of those
It would commemorate!
(James Whitcomb Riley)