It probably wouldn't surprise you to hear that back in my days as a heathen, I engaged in heathenish behavior.
Not that I'm proud of any of that or that I'm bragging or giving the devil the glory (as we say when a Christian begins to relate his wretched past).
Just that the fact that I was involved with a young woman is essential to the point of the story.
At any rate, we were about to move into the Old House.
My mom was upset (as she should have been) and complained to my dad about my moving myself and my girlfriend in across the road from Mom and Dad's house.
Now back when I first walked away from the Church, my father had done his best to witness to me, remonstrate with me, advise me that "You should start back going to church."
Finally it came to the point where I looked him in the eye and said, "You know, Daddy, I just don't want to talk about it anymore."
He gazed back at me, nodded his head and that was the last time the subject came up between us.
Did he give up on me then?
If you ever knew my daddy, you would not have to ask that question.
So when the day came when my significant other and I were preparing to move in across the street and Mom drew this to his attention, he simply said:
"Ain't nobody gonna tell my boy he can't come home."
Monday, April 16, 2018
Monday, April 9, 2018
Amazing Love! How Can It Be...
that Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? -Charles Wesley
Sorrow, awe, fear, relief, joy.
We are grateful.
I am grateful.
Thinking on the words of Charles Wesley's hymn, emotions flow from one to the next until they all flow together to fill our hearts to overflowing with gratitude.
I think that whatever love we may experience in this life is only a dim but very precious reminder of the love with which our God has loved us, is loving us, will love us.
Love fades, sometimes, in this earthly plane. It is taken away sometimes with the departure of those who love us. But memories remain to remind us. And to point us to the love that is so amazing it cannot be explained, only experienced.
The love of the Lord endures forever.
Praise be unto Him.
Sorrow, awe, fear, relief, joy.
We are grateful.
I am grateful.
Thinking on the words of Charles Wesley's hymn, emotions flow from one to the next until they all flow together to fill our hearts to overflowing with gratitude.
I think that whatever love we may experience in this life is only a dim but very precious reminder of the love with which our God has loved us, is loving us, will love us.
Love fades, sometimes, in this earthly plane. It is taken away sometimes with the departure of those who love us. But memories remain to remind us. And to point us to the love that is so amazing it cannot be explained, only experienced.
The love of the Lord endures forever.
Praise be unto Him.
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