Batter My Heart

The Pleasure of Pain

The Road To Sanity

The Way Is Love

“I’m the Way”, You say.

But what is the Way?

How do I pass through the Way?

Where will I begin?

And where will I end?

“I am the beginning and the end”, You say.

“The world is where the Way begins.

And Heaven is where it ends.

The Way stretches from here,

From the darkness of your own heart.”

“I’m the Way.

And the way is love.

Without love, I Am not.

Without love, you are not.

For I’m love,

And if you are Mine

You too are love.”

“Love is the Way.

To be with Me, you must love.

But to love you must learn from Me.

And you should learn to love others

Even as you learn how I love you.”

Samuel Godfrey George

O Son Of Mine

The joy of a father is in his child's initial innocence. The pain of a father is in his son's final corruption.

It Is Good To Struggle

May God delay His appearance. May the blessing come last. Then my life will last. Its meaning will not be lost.

I Am The Voice

I have begun to knock on people’s doors.

And the question has been asked more than once.

“Who are you?”

"I am The Voice."

WHO IS THE VOICE?
Is he the self-made man that he once claimed to be? Or is he the work of hands far superior to his own?

Is his voice his own? Are his thoughts the product of his mind?

Is his mind as noble as his thoughts? Does his love come from his heart?

Or does Someone live within him? Is He the mind of his thoughts? Is He the heart of his love? Is He the breath of his voice?

This is the BELIEF of the man who calls himself The Voice: I saw Him as a blazing train of fire in a childhood dream, and I pledged my servitude to Him in a language that I did not know then, but learned to speak later. I did not even know who He was. Yet I must have known deep within that He is the Lord.

For years I walked in darkness, not knowing my Master. I served another who was opposed to Him. I betrayed my Lord, and lay in the arms of His sworn enemy. I savoured the bliss of Hell.

But the Lord will not be cheated of His bride. He came for me, yet did not seize me instantly. He laid a divine finger on me, and delivered a deadly blow to the evil within my soul. The demons that ruled me could never recover from this, and slowly and painfully they crumbled to defeat.

Now the Lord has me firmly in His grip. Even as hellfire rages just outside my courtyard, He whispers His hope into my ears, and strengthens my will to fight. The Devil is still around.

The Lord gave me my mission. It is not to fight the powers of darkness only for my own sake, but also for the sake of others. So He empowered my voice, filled it with His own breath, and set ablaze the message that His love commands me to deliver to a people indifferent to and distanced from their Lord.

So here I come to the one who is willing to accept my love and hear my voice. I am Samuel Godfrey George. I am The Voice.

The Road To Sanity

What is in a smile? What is in a sneer? What special joy lies in applause? What terrible misery lies in censure? What are hard times? What are good times?

When I smile, do I rejoice? When I weep, do I grieve? When I embrace, do I love? When I spurn, do I hate? When I speak, do I believe? And when I believe, do I speak?

Is unblemished happiness ever found? Is misery ever experienced in its completeness? Does company ever dispel loneliness? In loneliness can one not find company?

Is family only a blessing? Is orphanhood only a curse? Is love ever guaranteed? Is loyalty ever certified? Do parents only give? Do children only love? Will a brother never strike? Will a friend never betray?

Are the evil without good? Are the good without evil? Are those who condemn without blame? Can the condemned not blame?

Are the ones who seek unity undivided? Are the divisive disunited?

Does nakedness reveal shame? Do clothes conceal it? Can silence conceal the guilt within? Does the ritual mirror the passion within?

Should the Lord not consort with prostitutes? Should the believer not sleep with the Devil? Can one reach the destination even before the journey?

How long will the Creator suffer the mockery of his creation? How long will the Father wait for his prodigal son?

Does the Creator only create? Does the Giver only give? Does the Lover only love?

Will the voice only speak? Silence is the beginning of the voice. Silence is the end of the voice.

- Samuel Godfrey George

In Love With Nothing

A life-long obsession with sex now feels like nothing.

HARMLESS JOY - The Recitation

In the war between the head and the heart, there is a harmless joy that a man clings to, in the hope that it is truly as harmless as it seems to be.



"What a harmless joy this is!
 Isn't this the way of the world?
Isn't everyone lost in his own harmless desire?
What harm can be done in confining these thoughts to oneself?

Isn't a man entitled to some private pleasure,
A pleasure so private that he would blush to tell?
Yet why does his joy turn quickly into sorrow?
Why does his emptiness remain even after the desire is quenched?

He roams in search of green pastures,
Yet he finds himself in a barren desert.
Fleeting dreams, and fading joys are his delight,
And moments of thrill slip through his hands and turn into filth.

Madness masquerades as sanity for a while,
And then rears its ugly head.
The lover of delight perceives this truth, and yet fails to act,
Fails to accept, fails to turn away, and fails to live that life he knows not."

Harmless Joy (The Video)

Certain private joys seem harmless as long as they remain private. But even in the mind they corrode and corrupt the soul and separate it from a life of knowing and living in the truth that is God.

Ruled By The Heart

The tragedy of being ruled by one's sexual fantasies

The Thanksgiving

Samuel Godfrey George gives thanks to his God for filling his life with so much beauty.

The Voice - Samuel Godfrey George

From voicelessness to voice, from wordlessness to words and from death to life, Samuel Godfrey George has emerged to speak borrowed words in a borrowed voice to glorify the One whom he borrowed from.

The Madness

This is about a man who exchanged one kind of madness for another.

Our Relationship Is At An End

This day eight years ago my father, B. Ganesan, passed away. Today this is what I want to say about him.

Daughter, May You Smile Forever

On Father' Day, 2012, I send this wish to all my daughters in the world.

The Divine And The Human In Me

Jesus on earth was both God and Man. And we, the sons and daughters of Adam, are both divine and human. Jesus is the only uncreated Son of God. Adam, our father is a created son being formed from the dust of the earth though in the image of God.

The divine and the human in us make each of us two rather than one. The tension between the two is due to conflict and not harmony. The misery of life is due to the suppression of the divine element by the human. One continues in the conflict in the hope that the divine will ultimately overcome the human. The hope is really a promise made by God through Christ.

The Lord has striven much within me. His beautiful strife has produced much beauty. There is much I haven't said. My words conceal and reveal. Not all will be revealed. In the mystery of the divine is the beauty.

- Samuel Godfrey George

Not Christians, But Lovers Of Christ

We are lovers of Christ. We may not be Christians. A Christian is not necessarily a lover of Christ. There are Christians who do not know the Christ. And there are Christians whom Christ does not know.

We know and love Christ. And Christ loves us. We know this because the thought of Christ brings us joy. And if Christ loves us, He surely understands us. Though we fall short of His glory, He justifies us in the sight of God. The purpose of Christ is to reveal God's love to Man. His desire is not to condemn but to justify. His intent is not to abandon the lost child, but to seek and return him to the Father.

You know your Lord. He lives in you. His beauty shines through you. Your thoughts, your words and your love testify to this.

May the Light that shines in us dispel the darkness that surrounds us.

- Samuel Godfrey George

The King and the Prince

Wearied by life and distracted by misfortune
You lament over lost opportunities.
Fortunate man, who is he that walks by your side?
Is he not your Prince? Are you not his King?
More precious than gold is he who came from you;
Greater than acquisitions and wealth
Is the fruit of your loins, the flesh of your flesh.
Forgetful man, turn to the fortune that cannot be priced,
Celebrate the blessing that cannot be overlooked,
Embrace the wonder that you have brought into this world,
And hold on to that joy till your last breath.
Let not misery distract, let not fear overwhelm
The fire of a father’s love that should be never put out.
Spare him not your counsel; raise him in the light of his Lord,
Leave not his shadow even for a moment; love him till the very end.
Walk upright before him, be his master, be his light.
Fall not from grace; wreck not his heart.
Remember the blessing comes at a price,
And you must be a man before you can be a father.
Trifle not with the gift of God; wake up before it is too late.
Let the serpent not invade the garden of the King and his Prince,
And bring to ruin the joy of Heaven.

-Samuel Godfrey George