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God's forgot that ever I lived... He's forgot...and He never cared, nohow...." He smoothed her brown, rough-palmed hand; he held her hands to keep her from jerking herself away from his admonishing: "Oh, 'tis not true, the words yere a-sayin', Cean Smith; and well ye know it. Never does He forget a child o' His'n. 'Tis His children that forget that He is rememberin'. Get on yere knees and climb on them up to the shelter o' His arms. Knock on His ears with yere prayers. Creep into His arms, Cean Smith, and lay yere head on His bosom, and He'll hold ye closer than inny man ye ever love can ever hold ye. He'll lay His hand on yere head and ye'll stop yere restless fightin' against His will. He'll shut yere pitiful little mouth from complainin' against Him. Ye'll hush and be comforted...." She dared him to prove his saying: "Then pray fer Him to do them things fer me!" He prayed; and when he had finished, Cean's will was as water to God's will, and Cean's tears were softening and healing to her heart. ↗
From Les Miserables: All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a sound as celestial, divine, ineffable, ravishing, as the other had been horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom, a dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; women's voices, but voices composed at one and the same time of the pure accents of virgins and the innocent accent of children, -- voices which are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant still hears, and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment when the hubbub of demons retreated, one would have said that a choir of angels was approaching through the gloom. Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees. They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that they must kneel. These voices had this strange characteristic, that they did not prevent the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in an uninhabited house. While these voices were singing, Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no longer beheld the night; he beheld a blue sky. It seemed to him that he felt those wings which we all have within us, unfolding. The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. ↗
How do we listen to his voice? With the ear of our heart. With love. Love has ears, as love has eyes. Just be there, and love him, and let him love you." (35). Easier said than done. "What will happen then? What will we hear? Let God take care of that. Seek only him, do not use him as a means to seek any other end. He is not your Santa, he is your Savior. I cannot tell you what he will give you, except for one thing: he will give you himself. He will give you more of himself the more you want him, that is, the more you love him. He wants to pour infinite riches into your soul; prayer is a way of opening up your soul so more of God can enter. ↗
And it is to rock the soul and lead the person to immorality, corruption - to forget their prayers, to forget their God. And thus the world has partaken of the spirit of the Negro race, accepting their ways. ↗
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ഒരുമിച്ചുള്ള ഭക്ഷണംപോലെ ഹൃദ്യമായിട്ടെന്തുണ്ട്? തെല്ലൊന്നു മനസ്സുവച്ചാൽ മേശയ്ക്കു ചുറ്റുമുള്ള ആ പഴയ അത്താഴശീലത്തെ തിരികെ പിടിക്കാവുന്നതേയുള്ളൂ. ഒറ്റയ്ക്ക് ആഹരിക്കേണ്ടതല്ല അന്നം. ഒരുമിച്ച്, മനസ്സുകൊണ്ടെങ്കിലുംചാരത്തിരിക്കുന്നയാൾക്ക് ഒരു പിടി വാരിക്കൊടുത്ത്… അങ്ങനെയാണ് തീേശ ഒരു വീടിനുള്ളിലെ ഏറ്റവും പാവനമായ ഇടമായി പരിണമിച്ചത്.ഒരുമിച്ച് പ്രാർത്ഥിക്കുന്ന കുടുംബം നിലനിൽക്കുന്നു എന്നു പറയുന്നതുപോലെ ഒരുമിച്ച് ഭക്ഷിക്കുന്ന വീടും ഏതൊരു കാറ്റിനെയും കോളിനെയും അതിജീവിക്കുമെന്ന് തോന്നുന്നു. ↗
