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Today I will be burying my grandmother.
After 96 years of life, she returned to the Lord in the early morning of Easter Sunday. Despite the sadness, everyone in the family, every branch in that great tree, thought to themselves, “Talk about good timing!” For a woman so devout all her life—not only in personal prayer, but just as much so in her living room proclamations on religion and politics—Rosemary Danaher providentially breathed her last... [Read more]
Twilight. The outside of a large estate in the country. It’s a warm evening with a pleasant breeze carrying snatches of music, laughter, and delicious-smelling smoke over the walls. A man is sitting by himself on a bench outside the gate to the property, fiddling with something in his hands. He pauses from his thinking to watch a dusty traveler slouch down the road towards the house. The man on the bench reflects briefly to himself that this newcomer... [Read more]
Ye who do go conversing sad.
Ye who see now
Your Lord drawing near
And yet see Him not.
Ye for whom Love
Had died upon the gibbet
Drowned in blood that dread Friday afternoon
And all was thought lost.
Ye for whom both prophets and eyewitnesses sound opaque.
Ye who have heard the manifold things wondrous all
And yet have heard in them Him not.
O foolish ones! Hear ye still
And not only hear... [Read more]