|07-10-2005, 06:46 PM||#1|
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: in a glass of CheerWine
Local Time: 01:53 PM
Sunday Disapatch #240
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.
There on the poplars
we hung our harps,
for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
How can we sing the songs of the LORD
while in a foreign land?
~ Psalm 137
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
~Madeleine L'Engle, Walking on Water:Reflections on Faith and Art
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