“That's why we sail. So our children can grow up and be proud of whom they are. We are healing our souls by reconnecting to our ancestors. As we voyage we are creating new stories within the tradition of the old stories, we are literally creating a new culture out of the old.” ChildrenSoulStoriesCultureGrowsHealingGrowing UpProudTravelCreatingTraditionOur ChildrenAncestorSailBe ProudSailingVoyagesSpiritual HealingHawaiiansNew CulturesReconnectingNavigators Author:Nainoa Thompson
“If children had teachers for judgment and eloquence just as they have for languages, if their memory was exercised less than their energy or their natural genius, if instead of deadening their vivacity of mind we tried to elevate the free scope and impulse of their souls, what might not result from a fine disposition? As it is, we forget that courage, or love of truth and glory are the virtues that matter most in youth; and our one endeavour is to subdue our children's spirits, in order to teach them that dependence and suppleness are the first laws of success in life.” IfsMindFirstsChildrenSoulMatterMightLawSpiritOrderEnergyLanguageNaturalMemoriesForgetResultsTeachVirtueTeacherYouthFineGeniusJudgmentGloryOur ChildrenImpulseSuccess In LifeDependenceDispositionScopeEloquenceEndeavourVivacity Author:Luc de Clapiers
“A large portion of Christ's miracles of love were wrought at the urgent request of parents for their suffering children. Is that ear gone deaf to-day? Will He not do for our children's souls what He did for the bodies of the ruler's daughter, and the dead youth at Nain?” ChildrenSoulBodySufferingParentChristGoneYouthDaughterEarsMiracleOur ChildrenPortionsRulersDeafUrgentRequest Author:Theodore L. Cuyler
“Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?” IfsShouldChildrenSoulHomeMightLastsEvilWaitingSweetFlowerGrewPrayingHabitComfortSpringOur ChildrenDown AndVictimWineBonesWoundsGravesYour ChildrenImmortalMarchResurrectionProphecyDrunkennessPraying To GodSlumberDrunkardsDrummingImmortal SoulIntemperance Author:Thomas De Witt Talmage