Listening to hymns this early morning while the rain hums on my
roof. Don’t know which is more in tune
with The Spirit. An old hymn is surely
good but it’s hard to beat the rhythm of the rain.
Sometimes I sit and watch my lover sleep and my soul ache’s with
love overwhelming and I wonder of what sweet sonnets and snowy river days she
is dreaming of. There is a love that is
surely a gift from God for I must never have known it except that God must have
conceived of it first. It is as
indescribable as life comes, primordial Eden.
I know a man who drives mules. That is the only way I know him. Every year he works at the Christmas tree
farm where we get our tree. Yesterday he
told me he had cancer, very serious cancer.
He was very sincere in his conversation with me. Betty and I told him we would pray for him
and laying hands on him we prayed there in the wagon. He joined in the Spirit with tears and great
utterings. He is an old man, well into
his 80’s. It always moves me to see the
power of our desire for life even when our life on earth is mostly used up. I have a very dear friend who has been deeply
scared by substance abuse, violence and death.
He told me once that we always rage against death because we are
eternal, meant to live forever.
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