April 1, 2012
“Jesus Carries The Cross,” graphic by Kathy Grimm in two violet combinations for Lent.
February 9, 2012
"Happy Easter," lily by Kathy Grimm
Weaving Of Easter Flowers
It is eminently fit that these beautiful flowers, touching the springs of joy and educating the sense of beauty, arranged with such appropriatness by loving and reverent hands, should be about us to-day, filling the chancel and the church with their grateful fragrance. Flowers, the symbols of the fresh, unconsciousness loveliness of children, bloom in field, or garden, or home, or sanctuary with new attractiveness because the Christ-child has been in the world. Symbols of the purity, the sweetness, the gentleness of mature lives, and of the consummate flowering of heroic self-sacrifice, they speak in their mute eloquence with added power to the heart, because He, the perfect man, lived the life which regenerates and died the death which redeems. But a still richer glory is hidden in the inner meaning of these Easter flowers. They are the symbols of the immortality of the true, the beautiful, the good. They have the bloom and the odor of the Eden of love. We place Easter flowers in wreaths and anchors and crosses and crowns above the still forms of our sainted dead, knowing that as they sleep in Jesus, they shall also live and reign with Him forevermore. by Bishop Fallows
February 8, 2012
"God's Blessings This Easter," by Kathy Grimm
The editor of the Central Presbyterian moralizes on flowers from a backyard as follows:
A lovely flower came to us last week from the back yard of a home in the city. It was a white hyacinth, large and full, white as the driven snow, and sweetly perfumed. And it came not from the florist’s hothouse, nor from the fine plot at the front of a good home, but from the little yard at the rear. What a thing of beauty and fragrance to spring up in this homely place, common, soiled and trampled! It is a happy thought, not uncommon nowadays, to make the back yard, not often seen by other’s eyes, a place of beauty and sweetness, turning the common and the obscure into a source of pleasure and all that is wholesome and inspiring.
One may do well to look after the back yard of his own life. He has sometimes a front that all men see and admire. Toward his friends and neighbors he is careful to make a fair exhibition of good morals and courteous manner. He maintains a front with which no fault can be found. But can the rear, the small and commonplace, the every-day and out-of-sight part of character and conduct, bear the same careful inspection? Are there any fair and fragrant flowers that spring up where no man ever looks, and only God’s eye can see?
January 31, 2012
“Do not rely on a rabbit’s foot for luck, after all, it didn’t work out too well for the rabbit.”
“You’ll wake up on Easter morning, and you’ll know that he was there, when you find those choc’late bunnies, that he’s hiding ev’rywhere.”
January 31, 2012
Passover and or Easter in French by Kathy Grimm