The Henson Journals

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Friday, December 26th, 1930.

A boisterous unpleasant morning, with intermittent & vehement essay at snow.

I worked at the Cathedral Sermon, but with greater reluctance of brain and heart than usual. Is it that I really have no word of hope, or counsel, or warning, or encouragement at the start of the year? Certainly I never felt so spiritually and mentally exhausted before: "why are thou so vexed O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God : for I will yet thank Him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God".

I walked round the Park in the slush of melting snow. There was nobody there.

I wrote to Gilbert, sending also the 'Bishoprick', my pamphlet on "Church & State in England", and the Mezzotint engraving of my portrait.

Brilioth's Book, translated into English under the title "Eucharistic Faith & Practice, Evangelical and Catholic", which he sent to me as a Christmas gift, is a very thorough piece of work. I wish that my Brother in Birmingham could be induced to 'read, mark, learn & inwardly digest' it.

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