Monday, October 5, 2009
Got me again
I have read Donald's Miller's new
book in a weekend. Easy. It is sort
of what happened after Blue Like
Jazz but lacks the depth I hoped he
would be revealing. It sort of skims
the idea of story and I want to talk to
him and say "You are in God's story
and God's story has a happy ending."
I'm almost done and maybe it will get
there. Anyways, this morning I read a
bit and here was this poem by W.H.
"(she) was my North, my South, my East,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight , my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong."
That was at a funeral of his agent's ( of his
speaking tours) wife. She went right into
the arms of Jesus. I cried. The Beauty
of Tragedy. ( title of the chapter.)
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The Beauty of Tragedy....wow.
I am reading Andrew Murray's Abide in Christ this week...it seems each new book I pick up has such amazing things to teach me...
Good book ~~~~
Amen to being taught. Me too.
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