The Father of Fatherhood - George MacDonald
Here's my favorite George MacDonald quote.
SIR GIBBIE-GEORGE MC DONALD
“And now rose the culmen of Gibbie’s day! Its cycle, rounded through regions of banishment, turned to its nodus of bliss. In triumph he spread over his sleeping father his dead mother’s old plaid of Gordon tartan, all the bedding they had, and without a moment’s further delay - no shoes even to put off—crept under it, and nestled close upon the bosom of his unconscious parent. A victory more! Another day ended with success! His father safe, and all his own! The canopy of the darkness and the plaid over them, as if they were the one only two in the universe! His father unable to leave him – his for whole dark hours to come! It was Gibbie’s paradise now! His heaven was his father’s bosom, to which he clung as no infant yet ever clung to his mother’s. He never thought to pity himself that the embrace was all on his side, that no answering pressure came back from the prostrate form. He never said to himself, “My father is a drunkard, but I must make the best of it; he is all I have!” He clung to his one possession – only clung: this was his father—all in all to him. What must be the bliss of such a heart – of any heart, when it comes to know that there is a father of fathers, yea, a father of fatherhood! A father who never slumbers nor sleeps, but holds all the sleeping in his everwaking bosom- a bosom whose wakefulness is the sole fountain of their slumber!
The conscious bliss of the child was of short duration, for in a few minutes he was fast asleep; but the gain of those few minutes only, the day had been well spent.
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Cathryn
SIR GIBBIE-GEORGE MC DONALD
“And now rose the culmen of Gibbie’s day! Its cycle, rounded through regions of banishment, turned to its nodus of bliss. In triumph he spread over his sleeping father his dead mother’s old plaid of Gordon tartan, all the bedding they had, and without a moment’s further delay - no shoes even to put off—crept under it, and nestled close upon the bosom of his unconscious parent. A victory more! Another day ended with success! His father safe, and all his own! The canopy of the darkness and the plaid over them, as if they were the one only two in the universe! His father unable to leave him – his for whole dark hours to come! It was Gibbie’s paradise now! His heaven was his father’s bosom, to which he clung as no infant yet ever clung to his mother’s. He never thought to pity himself that the embrace was all on his side, that no answering pressure came back from the prostrate form. He never said to himself, “My father is a drunkard, but I must make the best of it; he is all I have!” He clung to his one possession – only clung: this was his father—all in all to him. What must be the bliss of such a heart – of any heart, when it comes to know that there is a father of fathers, yea, a father of fatherhood! A father who never slumbers nor sleeps, but holds all the sleeping in his everwaking bosom- a bosom whose wakefulness is the sole fountain of their slumber!
The conscious bliss of the child was of short duration, for in a few minutes he was fast asleep; but the gain of those few minutes only, the day had been well spent.
sent by Covenant Women...any guesses why that is my blog name? 4 reasons.
Cathryn
posted by Cathryn | 3:36 AM
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You can hear my mentor reading a MacDonald poem in an audio on the following page. (Look down for the one titled "Dean's Class - The Father Meets our Real Need (not our Imagined Need)".)
http://www.adventbirmingham.org/sermons.asp?pn=24&ps=10&numID=
(This recording features a short intro by The Very Rev. Paul F.M. Zahl, and then Rosenbladt's address.)
Rick, is there a paper/email written version of this Poem? I can't seem to bring up Rod's reading. Steve says I shouldn't download real player or it will have to many popups and spyware.
Had I read my fatherhood quote to you before? It is good to keep in your 'quotes' folder, to pass on to others and to stop and rest at yourself from time to time. Do pass the quote on to Rod, He may not have it since it is in the midst of a novel and not a poem standing alone. bye bro (MomCat
RealPlayer is a higher quality free product than most. Nothing like Kazaa or one of those. You get a free player, and they remind you that you can get a better one.
(And people actually do buy those, so it's worth it to them to do this, without trying to make it worth it through fly-by-night schemes.) I've had RealPlayer for a long time, and have not had problems with popups and spyware.
There was a print version in ModernReformation I'll try to find. But it isn't nearly as good as hearing his voice.
Rick
don 't try and get the written copy yet. i'll tell steve that he has been outvoted by little bro.
covenant woman
you didn't guess the 4 reasons.
just rewrote my essay, can you call grief good? think you'd like it. cat
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