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Tag Archives: love
Aflame with a passion which has yet to be quite requited, reaching out tongues of everlasting fire to melt the perennially hard-hearted with the patience of Time itself, burning with love, yet unconsumed.
Naomi had lost everything. I mean, everything. It is just too hard to imagine, to think about Naomi’s loss. When she came back to Bethlehem, she wouldn’t even answer to her given name. When her old neighbours recognized her and … Continue reading
Many years ago, when my first daughter was a baby, I heard a sermon which took parents to task regarding their Christian responsibilities to their children. There were various points, and a story. The story involved the preacher’s own infant … Continue reading
Perhaps the most bewildering question about the Song of Solomon, or the Song of Songs, or Canticles – the book has gone by many names – is how it ended up in the Bible, a sacred text. Historical criticism insists … Continue reading
“So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.” Matthew 6:34 Today’s Daily Office reading does not promise that “all shall be well, and all manner of things shall … Continue reading
To those hurting and heartbreaking, angry and frustrated after yesterday’s vote in North Carolina: I’m sorry. I’m sorry that as a woman married to a man I am part of a majority that has said, “My love is sacred and … Continue reading
Like a table spread in the desert, a sheet of sand, shifting, alive with irridesence, moving grain against grain, rubbed smooth by one another; like a table spread in the desert – an oasis for a parched mouth, ripe figs brush the … Continue reading
Despite the trials, I should have said, “I love you;” “Goodbye” is hopeless.