WELCOME TO THE SOWER
THE SOWER
Welcome to THE SOWER. My name is J.R. Libby, and I have been publishing THE SOWER in one form or another since the mid 1980's. The Sower is not connected to any church or religious organizations, and I do not accept any funds for my work. I am a fellow Christian, who through my love and faith in Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior, am hoping to lead others to the same faith filled life I have found.
It is through the sowing of seeds, in this case, quotations from other Christians and believers, along with Bible passages, and messages of hope and salvation - that the seeds are sown, and I leave the harvesting from those seeds in the hands of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Good seeds bear good fruit, and it is my hope and prayer that you also discover the rich life of becoming a Christian and having a lasting relationship with Jesus Christ.
QUOTATIONS
"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." by Aesop
"I expect to pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now, not defer, or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. Ettiene De Grellet
"There are more tears shed over answered prayers then over unanswered prayers." Saint Theresa Of Jesus
"There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness." Josh Billings
"Death is more universal then life, everyone dies, but not everyone lives." A. Sachs
"Sometimes it seems like God is difficult to find and impossibily far away. We get so caught up in our small daily duties and irritations that they become the only things that we can focus on. What we forget is that God's love and beauty are all around us if only we would take the time to look up and see them." Matthias
"The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness, to an opponent - tolerance, to a friend - your heart, to your child - a good example, to a father - deference, to your mother - conduct that will make her proud of you, to yourself - respect, and to all mankind, charity." Francis M. Balfour
UNWRITTEN MUSIC
Music may be devided into two classes. Written music, or that which may be both seen and heard, and unwritten music, or that which appeals to the ear alone.
Written music may be very beautiful, lifting the Soul above the petty cares of life; but the finely attuned ear of the musician can detect music just as sweet, expressed in nature by God.
There is music all around us, there is no sound in nature that is not music, but we have become so accustomed to hearing such sounds, that we often let them pass unnoticed; when if we would only throw aside the cares that vex us to listen to them, we would be rested and refreshed.
There is music in everything which disturbs the air in such a manner as to produce harmony - even in the growing of plants, from the tall tree to the tiny herb, or in the fall of a snowflake or in the flutter of a butterfly's wing.
How melodious is the voice of the little brook, as it glides on over its pebbles, singing in it's own happy way. If we listen, we shall catch the hidden music.
There is music in in the march of armies, the stately tread of so many feet keeping such perfect time, and in the grand majestic march of stars on their endless journey.
How harmonious is the sound of a breeze gently rustling the tiny leaves of a forest! It comes along softly whispering in the pine, gently rustling the tiny leaves of the birch, gradually rising and becoming louder as it passes from tree to tree and then as gradually dying away.
Scarcely less beautiful is the evening, the good-night chirps of birds as they sink to rest, the lowing of the cattle as they return homewards, the cheerful chirrups of the cricket, and many other sounds all blending into sweet harmony.
We are too apt to go through the world with our eyes and ears shut to the beautiful and harmonious and think of it as so many say, that, "Earth is at best but a dreary place."
this is not so, for God has kindly created all things for our delight if we will only accept it so.
The soundm of the distant bell is sweet, but there is yet a finer kind of music that is not heard only felt in the soul and which raises it nearer its creator. Listening to this music tends to purify and elevate our souls and give us a desire to join in singing nature's perpetual anthem - a tribute to it's great Originator.
What music is contained in the laugh of an innorcent child as it flows out upon the air and strikes so pleasingly upon our ears.
The sweetest of all music is found in the human voice. It is so varied, varying with every emotion. But in this, there are times of discord because there are times of sin.
There is no discord in storms of nature, because there is no sin there, for sin blights everything it rests upon. In storms of nature the wind may howl its savage storm song but it is still a song and the brook may murmur and the birds sing just as sweetly after it.
But with us who have a knowledge of good and evil it is not so. Sin must leave its mark. But there is a place where there is no sin - where perfect love abides, and in that happy place we shall raise an anthem whose sweet cadences shall send an echo through all eternity.
Written by Annie R. Reed - June, 1877
