Prophets and poetry

I have the habit of reading scripture somewhat regularly in the morning, using an old lectionary, and currently also the help of a diary ‘Stille omgang’ by Willem Barnard. Today we read Isaiah 14, and I started wondering about the meaning of it all, and what I am supposed to do with such texts. Does God still speak to us today through these texts? How?

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Living through Grief
My grandmother with my daughter

The recent deaths of some people I loved have brought a sad turmoil in my mind: lots of memories, of these people, of other loved ones who died, worries about the immediate family, existential questions, thoughts about the fleetingness of life and gratitude for love. All these thoughts tumble about in my head, and I … Continue reading Living through Grief

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The name you can say
A loving couple

“The name you can say isn’t the real name”: Old Chinese wisdom from the booklet Tao Te Ching that I discovered recently. It begins with this wonderful expression of the paradoxical nature of things I enjoy pondering. The saying reminds me that there are things in life that really exist, but can never be fully … Continue reading The name you can say

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Return to Sender
Someone longing for home

Last Sunday the sermon spoke beautifully about the Father of the prodigal son, the Father who kept waiting, embracing the son with his love that never faltered. A wonderful story about coming home where we are always welcome.  The story speaks to me at many levels. First, I was jealous of the younger, more daring, … Continue reading Return to Sender

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