A Simple Story

“What are you thinking of, Anne?” asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road.

“Of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving,” answered Anne dreamily. “Isn’t it beautiful to think how everything has turned out… how they have come together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding… if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”

For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Anne of Avonlea

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Hallelujah

He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end.

I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one’s lifetime; moreover, that every man who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor—it is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will remain forever; there is nothing to add to it and there is nothing to take from it, for God has so worked that men should fear Him.

Ecclesiastes 3:11-14

I am at a point in my life where all I can do is say, “Hallelujah.”
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Good Friday: One Last Thing

And His father and mother were amazed at the things which were being said about Him. And Simeon blessed them and said to Mary His mother, “Behold, this Child is appointed for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and for a sign to be opposed— and a sword will pierce even your own soul—to the end that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.”

…and His mother treasured all these things in her heart.

Luke 2:33-35; 51 (NASB)

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East of Eden: Thou Mayest

89e420afa8fe6cd5e8b072ba8fbd1f7d“I don’t know how long you’ll live, Adam. Maybe a long time. Maybe an hour. But your son will live. He will marry and his children will be the only remnant of you.” Lee wiped his eyes with his fingers.

“He did a thing in anger, Adam, because he thought you had rejected him. The result of his anger is that his brother and your son is dead.”

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I Know There’s More Than This

All I hear is what they’re selling me,

That God is love, He isn’t suffering,

And what you need’s a little faith and prosperity,

But, oh my God, I know there’s more than this—

If you promise pain, it can’t be meaningless,

So make me poor if that’s the price for freedom.

— Tenth Avenue North

“Don’t Stop the Madness,” The Struggle (2012)

We should take care what we sing along with in the car. I can remember very clearly one moment almost a year ago when I was driving home from work and this song by Tenth Avenue North was playing. I remember I turned a corner, almost home, singing along to this verse:

So make me poor if that’s the price for freedom–

And very quietly I heard God ask, Do you mean that?

What?

Do you mean that? Would you be poor if it meant freedom? If it was what I wanted?

How poor?

Very. You would have to rely on Me.

All of this happened quickly—so quickly—while I made that turn, and I remembered thinking that if I told God “No,” I would never be able to listen to this song again.

But deep inside I knew my answer was “Yes.”

Yes, I mean that.

Be careful what you sing along with in the car.

Heirlooms & Seals

Now you write to the Jews as you see fit, in the king’s name, and seal it with the king’s signet ring;

for a decree which is written in the name of the king and sealed with the king’s signet ring may not be revoked.

Esther 8:8

Some time ago, my grandfather gave me a ring.

My grandfather collects things: books, pocket knifes, old tools—he is a caregiver to items of the recent past. One day, he opened a small and worn cardboard box, rooted around in it, and produced a ring.

“Emily, this ring is over a hundred years old,” he said. “It was my mother’s ring.”

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And ain’t I a woman?

AIN’T I A WOMAN?

by Sojourner Truth

Delivered 1851 at the Women’s Convention in Akron, Ohio 

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.