the cup of the Christ

a bloom crushed in malice,
its fragrance lingers
on Killer palm
more glorious than in life


a love letter

January 1, 1811. Tuesday Morning.

It is with the utmost sincerity, and with my whole heart, that I wish you, my love, a happy new year. May it be a year in which your walk will be close with God; your frame calm and serene; and the road that leads you to the Lamb marked with purer light. May it be a year in which you will have more largely the spirit of Christ, be raised above sublunary things, and be willing to be disposed of in this world just as God shall please. As every moment of the year will bring you nearer the end of your pilgrimage, may it bring you nearer to God, and find you more prepared to hail the messenger of death as a deliverer and a friend.

—Adoniram Judson, to his new wife before they left for missions in India