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...Jerusalem last week, Pinhas Koplovitch, a small, balding Polish Jew, took a slim, dark-blue booklet from the hands of an Israeli government official and murmured a traditional thanksgiving: "Praised be Thou, O Lord, who hast let me live to see this day." Koplovitch had in his hands the first Israeli passport...
...singing was by turns intimate, exuberant, and uplifting as the chorus presented a richly varied sample of Vaughan Williams' output--generally acknowledged to be the outstanding choral literature of the Twentieth Century. Only a first rate ensemble can tackle the contrapuntal windings of a work like "Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Refuge" and project each voice distinctly while preserving purity of tone. Mr. Woodworth's group did exactly that, and more--it demonstrated throughout the long, arduous program a vibrant spirit often lacking in professional organizations...
...make the efficacy of prayer and goodness dependent upon 'feeling' is akin to a Napoleon on the eve of battle calling it all off till he feels more heroic. In His ninth hour, Jesus did not feel the Father near-'My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?'-but faith and obedience did not fail...
...crucifixion with him all his life. He had been merely exultant and curious at first, when he stood on the hill of Golgotha to watch. But he soon felt uneasy. Then the hill was caped in darkness, and the crucified man cried out, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" When Barabbas returned to his cronies, he morosely ignored their celebration of his release...
...affliction itself that the splendor of God's mercy shines, from its very depths, in the heart of its inconsolable bitterness. If, still persevering in our love, we fall to the point where the soul cannot keep back the cry 'My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?', if we remain at this point without ceasing to love, we end by touching something that is not affliction, not joy, something that is the central essence, necessary and pure, something not of the senses, common to joy and sorrow: the very love...