"Words can be like x-rays..."

Something old that I stumbled across this week whilst perusing, I mean, dusting, my old journals...

"On Him then reckon, to Him look, on Him depend; and be assured that if you walk with Him, look to Him and expect help from Him, He will never fail you. . . In the greatest difficulty, in the heaviest trials, in the deepest poverty and necessity, He has never failed me; but because I was enabled by His grace to trust in Him, He has always appeared for my help. I delight in speaking well of His Name."
-Hudson Taylor-
(Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret ... a most gripping example of protected, sustained belief...)

Something new that I cannot get over...
"Do not cry to me. I can only cry with you. I will not die for you. I am still too young in the meaning of love. Talk to the Fool, to the one who left a throne to enter an anthill. he will enter your shadow. It cannot taint Him. He has done it before. His holiness is not fragile. It burns like a father to the sun. Touch His skin, put your hand in His side. He has kept His scars when He did not have to. Give Him your pain and watch it overwhelmed, burned away by the joy He takes in loving. In stooping."
-N.D. Wilon- (Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl p. 115... I hope you all read this book.)



I have seomething to say about Easter. But it hasn't quite formed into sentences yet in my head. I has to do with those eager, wrong priests. It also has something to do with the Nazis... and the intrinsic peril and weight that comes with simply being human. I will be able to say it rightly soon... maybe.

Tonight the most amazing breeze drifted through this city, and seemed to make the shadows stretch long... different eyes are made to love the sight of different things... and mine love this place. I was at the laundromat (ahem, I do lots of laundry, apparently... and it makes me quite wordy) and I saw the shadows and felt the breeze and watched the way evening happens... not very far away some of the "worst neighborhoods" in the US spread their volatile mess all around. And the breeze reaches there... and their shadows are just as lovely, their trees as brimming with unconquerable life... I've often thought of such places as "God-forsaken". But the craziest most bizarre and unheard of thing is that... there is no such place.

Do you ever think about that?

There is no such place.