CMP Review 2025-06-01

St. Augustine wrote, “You see, brethren, how a hen becomes weak with her chickens. No other bird, when it is a mother, shows its maternity so clearly. We see all kinds of sparrows building their nests before our eyes; we see swallows, storks, doves, every day building their nests; but we do not know them to be parents, except when we see them on their nests. But the hen is so enfeebled over her brood that even if the chickens are not following her, even if you do not see the young ones, you still know her at once to be a mother. With her wings drooping, her feathers ruffled, her note hoarse, in all her limbs she becomes so sunken and abject, that, as I have said, even though you cannot see her young, you can see she is a mother. That is the way Jesus feels.”

That is the way Jesus feels. He felt that way two thousand years ago when He entered Jerusalem, and He feels that way today. He has room for you under His wings. Won’t you go and find your home there?

Meditate on the heart of Christ with Charlotte Mason’s poem today, which you can read or hear at this link.

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