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October 8
The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as the rest of men. — Luke 18:11
He weren’t no saint; them engineers
Is pretty much alike—
One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill,
Another one here in Pike;
A keerless man in his talk was Jim,
And an awkward hand in a row,
But he never flunked, and he never lied—
I reckon he never knowed how.
— John Hay.
He is brave whose tongue is silent
Of the trophies of his word.
He is great whose quiet bearing
Marks his greatness well assured.
— Edwin Arnold.
Prayer
Lord God, thou knowest what I am and where I belong. Have mercy upon me and strengthen me, that I may not through weakness stay in the darkness. Lead me out into the light; and may I find my way and be contented with it. Amen.